Jimmie A. Kepler here, greetings from the blast furnace called north Texas and the Dallas-Fort Worth area. The temperature reached 109 degrees on my front porch today. That’s hot! This morning I went to Starbucks for my morning writing. I love the early morning right before the sun comes up. There is a peacefulness found… Continue reading My Writing Room
A Voice in Your Head I’m a voice in your head A thought that can’t be shed I’m the picture you see I’m in your future memories A thought that can’t be shed A vision for your life A book full of images of me and you Hopeful dreams that come true I’m the picture… Continue reading Poem: A Voice in Your Head
Old Men Sitting In Shopping Malls Old men sitting in shopping malls watch people, especially the ladies. They look at the women walk by. Their heart rates rise with the hemline, and they use their trifocal and bifocals, to examine low-cut necklines. The younger women in their provocative dress seldom realize that men their father’s… Continue reading Poem: Old Men Sitting in Shopping Malls
I live in the Dallas Fort Worth metropolitan area of north Texas. The area includes 12 counties, over 9,000 square miles (larger than the states of Rhode Island and Connecticut combined), with just fewer than 7,000,000 million people, it is the fourth largest metro area in the USA. Only the New York, Los Angeles, and… Continue reading Exciting and Sad
Sometimes a man just has to do speak to himself, to run things through his mind, to think things out. He might reflect about things like should I consider changing jobs, ask her out (if he’s single and she’s single), consider starting an exercise program or investing in continuing education. It helps if you have… Continue reading I write because I am a writer.
This is about as close as an L’Amour fan will come to an autobiography. This is not a western novel, though it gives great insight into how he wrote and researched his books. The book starts with a reference to his high school class graduating while he was on a steamer in Indonesia. L’Amour gives… Continue reading Education of a Wandering Man by Louis L’Amour
Great big crocodile tears were streaming down my face. They wouldn’t stop flowing. My sobbing was so loud my sons, Kristopher and Jason, wondered if I would be all right. My wife Miss Benita’s comforting arms had never seen me this way before. She assumed one or both of my parents were dead from the… Continue reading If you have ever had a kitty or dog die, you understand.