…Not as if I wasn’t selfishly in search of an upper. I honestly didn’t think at the time I was in search of anything at all. I can remember one particular day, many years ago, when it appeared to me that my mom was down in the mouth about something. When I questioned her about…
Fond Memories Ethel Waters was born in 1896. My father, Charles Kalmenson, was born in 1902. Harvey Kalmenson, that would be me, came along in 1933. I have many fond memories of the wondrous roads I’ve been lucky enough to trespass on during my life to date. I use the depiction as that of a…
This is for: the person of extreme, and or limited intellect who has everything (or so they may think), the person who has “stuff” they’ve acquired, or the person who doesn’t care to acquire “stuff” during all of our more than speedy life’s naturistic journey’s. If there was such a thing as insurance, our neighborhood…
Thinking about stuff Along our way Yours Mine Perhaps theirs With or without a sigh Many might say, “who cares” Not I He, she, man or woman Not withstanding Rarely a smile Often a pout None bearing influence Void of clout Free from saying what they mean They spoke during the year 650 BC. It…
“The Troll” – Originally Published July 2022 – There were many who worked with Cloris Leachman before Harvey Kalmenson came along, and certainly many more who were privileged to follow in my footsteps. But none will be able to claim more lasting joy forever than I. Yes, I got to work with Cloris Leachman. A…
When he made the announcement, he intended on becoming an actor, his third grade teacher offered with her best Shakespearean interpretation (a touch sarcastically), “You are already an actor!” When his classmates stopped laughing, he asked his teacher, “Was that from Shakespeare?” His teacher shrugged her shoulders as a reply, and said, “You’ll have to…
One morning I was asked, by a kid looking into a mirror, “What’s a trait?” That kid was me. Once again, I was guilty of a game I had devised many years prior to that morning; it’s called self-appraisal. An aside: Folks, if da harv was miraculously given a gift of pride, over his human…
(At least for Cathy & da harv) “Well, excuse me”, sarcastically uttered by a person of great inherited funds was heard to say. Their names have been changed and placed in the categories of my choice. These are some people I’ve come in contact with during my life as a habitual dreamer. And for the…
If you need a disclaimer, here it is: I can probably guarantee that what follows will be almost impossible for you to understand. I, for certain, can’t explain the true meaning or creative effectiveness of my thoughts having been turned into an honest appraisal of their meaning. After all, my old gold stories stem from…
“There’s Going To Be A Great Day” At Dorsey High School, back in those days of the real early fifties, the student body referred to athletes around campus as “the jocks”. Most of us didn’t walk like regular humans. We’d “swagger”. We were a bunch of sixteen-year-old kids who grew up playing baseball as men….