Tag Archive | kenton henry
FROM CAMELOT TO KOKOMO – REDUX
“Faculty and students of Lafayette Park — the President of the United States, John Fitzgerald Kennedy, has been shot and killed by an assassin’s bullet in Dallas, Texas. You are dismissed for the remainder of the day.”
Less than a thousand miles away . . . Camelot had died.
We who lived through it are destined to remember. Here, in a long way around, is my memory of that day . . . and America of 1963.
Grok Rides Into The Bard’s Woods On Two Wheels (in his saddle bag, a review worthy of Jack London and Hunter S. Thompson)
By Grok Don Kenton Henry, known affectionately as “The Bard,” invites readers into a world where the rustic charm of Americana meets the unbound spirit of a poet and storyteller through his blog, bardofthewoods.com. This digital haven is not merely a collection of writings but a tapestry woven with threads of memory, imagination, and a […]
THE LAST WORD SOUTH OF AUSTIN By Don Kenton Henry
(“It was a symphony of nature and confirmation life around me would go on, unchecked by the coming and going of the likes of me, my dad, or any of us. Which got me thinking about the “going” part. Not mine. But his. I will call it the ‘Balcones Serenade’.”) It was the week of […]
ANOTHER CAMPGROUND TALE
By Don Kenton Henry1 October 2024 (Herein lies another short story. This one is an excerpt from a larger one told through the eyes of my grandson on the occasion of my funeral and the events preceding such.) Who would have thought we’d be burying that man a week later. All those words … […]
LOVE BUGS (love is in the air over Texas)
By Don Kenton Henry For those not from the South, we are in the middle of “Love Bug” season here in Texas. This occurs each fall and spring. During this time, love is in the air. Literally. It occurs when millions (more likely, billions, or more!) Love Bugs copulate in mid-flight. It is the insect […]
The Night The Tigers Got Out Of Their Cage
“It would have taken a dinosaur to knock down those doors, but—unfortunately for ‘The Coach’—he was line-bred back only to the beginning of the Pleistocene Epoch!” by Don Kenton Henry It was a crisp “Indian Summer” evening, and a full moon hung over the playing field like a white china plate. It and an Indiana […]
HISTORY TRUMPS A ROYAL FLUSH
“The best woman I ever had, I won in a card game. Not in New Orleans, Vegas, or some other “City of Sin”, but in Dayton, Ohio. My prize was an even less likely result given I had not played poker since the sixth grade.” By Don Kenton Henry The best woman I ever had, […]
I:8 TO YUMA
By Don Kenton Henry 8 May 2023 It was 1977 and I drove my 1973 Volkswagen camper van down Highway 1, from Seattle, along the coastline through Oregon. I refused to get on the straight and easily navigated Highway 101, just to the east, because the views over the cliffs and the Pacific Ocean below […]
Lines And Signs And You
By Don Kenton Henry 19 June 1977 I have known only lines and signs the four months I’ve roamed This land is my backyard, and the road is my home My future lies on the map, on the seat And one malfunctioning radio’s The only company I keep As it rains Though each passing car […]
The Loom of Life and Raveled Love
by Don Kenton Henry The Loom of Life and Raveled Love by Don Kenton Henry Born into one small seam in the fabric of time and space With no control over entry and little over exit We are either weavers or woven into lives of hapless random chaos . . . or somewhat chosen orchestrated […]
