Author: Harvey Kalmenson

What brighter light could burn, than that which has been nurtured by those who have understood and appreciated the gifts that endow any and all, who may venture within the boundaries of this country’s great heart. HK

I can’t help the way I grew up nor the fact I continue to practice many of those habits. This was and still is, the personal and nature-made environment, or milieu in which I choose to live.  And though what might occur in one’s life or lifetime may not be his or her choice, in my…

A VETERAN’S EXCERPT: So, There we stood, waiting in a cold mist for the next earth moving command to be given. Without warning the booming voice of our sergeant major brought our meaningless mass together. We became a solid block. Twenty five hundred men became an imposing figure. We were at attention. The battalion commander…

Sadly, those of us who have served our country and experienced the explicitness–and the lack there of–of fear, pain, and endless yearning for those we love to return home, have also borne the brunt of neglect and despair caused by leaders who have failed–and continue to fail–at executing the promises they made to us as…

AS THE VETERANS ADMINISTRATION struggles to repair damage caused by shoddy handling of health care for U.S. service members… many veterans who had their records wiped out in a massive fire at the National Personnel Records Center more than 40 years ago are still fighting to collect their benefits. One veteran speaks is the title…

The New Good Old Days; Don’t give up yet; Looking Forward MIGHT STILL BE POSSIBLE;Maybe; if all goes well; So it shouldn’t be a total loss, And in order to help our digestion; GOD decided to “throw us a bone.”So to speak. Urban Dictionary: throw me a bone: “give me a break”/ “give me a…

And as I flew through the air enjoying the crowd’s appreciation of my reckless abandonment Bearing no concern for life or limb, in the then present With zero regard for what the future had in store; This, a young man, exiting his twenties; As a personal prologue His Too deeply etched, never forgotten The many…

Just opened on our corner It used to be a nickel Then what was, became a dime Some even gave it away Praying for customers to sit there and dine Apple pie along with a la mode No thoughts of calories Deceptive advertising was always told There was no “Starbucks” No “Coffee Tea & Me”…