Tag Archive | the bard
WELCOME TO THE PONDEROSA
“Ok, Dad. Bad guys break into your house, start going through your things and acting threatening. So you shoot one. I get it. I totally get defending yourself. But why… why in the world would you leave this mess—this blood on your floor—for it to be the first thing your sixteen-year-old son sees when he steps off the plane into his new home?”
“Well, Junior,” he said, while looking down on me with a stone-cold poker face and taking another long drag on his cigarette, “I figured you might as well know what you’d gotten yourself into… Welcome to the Ponderosa.”
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.
Tragekitty
A classic case of trag-i-dip-i-ty: the occurrence and development of events by chance with tragic or CATastrophic consequences.
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 […]
A Fireside Chat with ChatGPT and Grok Hosted By “The Bard”aka, Don Kenton Henry
“We wait to hear something “savant-like,” but, for now, X is just a cute little kid getting his feet under him and picking his nose for all the world to see. Give him a few years, though, and by the time he’s in fifth grade, he’ll be the chief auditor for DOGE and selling timeshares […]
IF WE ARE IN A DON’T LAUGH SITUATION (Don’t look over at me . . .) By Don Kenton Henry
It happened on the occasion of my grandpa’s funeral at Jackson’s funeral home in Rensselaer, Indiana, in 1984. Most of my family was in the front row directly in front of the casket. My youngest brother and I were on the end of the second row. We were all waiting for the preacher to take […]
THE TOOTH AND THE FUDGSICLE MOTIF
“When skullball was the biggest game in Mount Hope Cemetery.” By Don Kenton Henry The sky was so blue it could have cracked like a robin’s egg on that hot August afternoon in the summer of ’69. A war raged in Vietnam, and boys barely three years older than us were dying there. We’d heard […]
The Compromise In Not Dying Young
By Don Kenton Henry I am at a point in life where I remain virile and physically ambitious. However, I’ve come far enough to see I am no longer “youth in all its vigor”. I have always said, “a little bit of vanity goes a long way” and—in terms of motivating oneself to remain fit […]
Stand-Up Comedy, Civil Rights, and Corporal Punishment (in the second grade)
By Don Kenton Henry PREFACE: The first time I was ever paddled was in the 2nd grade. (In fact, what I did got me carried out of the classroom by my ear. The cartilage in my right ear was broken and still goes “snap, crackle, and pop” today.) It was joke day, and I got […]
Uncle Waldo and the Nuclear Turkey (Redux)
A Thanksgiving to Remember — 1968 By Don Kenton HenryThe Bard of the Woods (“And how did you all come to be covered in wild rice—and say—is that an oyster in your hair, Mrs. Henry?” asked Officer Dawalt. Mom ran her fingers through her hair, removed the article, and inspected it.“No … that’s a giblet.”) […]
