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A JIM BEAM CHRISTMAS – REVISITED
In the years that passed since that Christmas of 1965, I have entrusted this story to a select few. Some accuse me of embellishing it. Others listen in amazement and then interpret it as some bizarre religious experience. I dismiss such with a shrug and reply, “I simply consider it an incredible shot given the level of his intoxication.”
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 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 […]
