Chapter 21: Personal Cop Out By Harvey Kalmenson I remember my first car as if it were yesterday. I returned home from the service and my dad somehow found a way to give me a homecoming gift of five hundred dollars. At the time, he must have cleaned out his bank account in order to…
“A letter to a very young friend” Dear Zeb, The bad times they a-turning now Like in the good old days of yore Days free from deceit Replete with the revelry of joy in my feet Makes me be laughingly sweet No need to be crying To a neighbor lady down the street How’d in the name…
BOOKS ARE MY CLOSEST FRIENDS It may have started way back in time, when I was a kid in high school, probably at age sixteen… Or it may have begun as an eighteen-year-old entering the United States Army—not the most likely period. Then comes some certainty as a man turning twenty-one years of age, beginning…
Following a leader, if you will, it may deter the most critical of life’s happenings: STANDING STILL Tempting to find a leader When leaders don’t abound Removing a good one When he, or she, Black, white, or brown Or any other shades comes around Not a good thing to do Say brethren today Echoing this…