Remembering the events of my seventh-grade year at Ben Milam School at Biggs Air Force Base in El Paso, Texas inspired this poem. On the six o’clock evening news one night the announcer did a story that the actor Johnny Crawford from the hit television show “The Rifleman” had been drafted. He had reported to Fort Bliss,… Continue reading Is Johnny Crawford from “The Rifleman” in Your Company?
The earliest memory of this military brat has my Dad stationed at Donaldson Air Force Base. Our family lived in a small, wooden framed house located at 201 Maco Terrace in Greenville, South Carolina. Our across the street neighbors were Don and Doris Bedford. Don was a propane route salesman. Doris was a homemaker, part-time… Continue reading K7JYX – My Mother’s First FCC Amateur Radio License Call Sign
“Mad Girl’s Love Song I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.) The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes and all the world drops… Continue reading Meet the Poets: Sylvia Plath – 1982 Pulitzer Prize for Poetry
Thanksgiving Magic Thanksgiving is a magical time With miracles often ignored Families and friends somehow Find a way to meet, mingle and eat Often with more food leftover Than when they began. Now the preparation is the amazing feat Sometimes the magic is passed down From grandmother to daughter to granddaughter And sometimes the spells… Continue reading Thanksgiving Magic
Little Squirrel Little squirrel, In the tree. I see you, Looking at me. Your color is red, In your furry coat, You look at me, Sitting in the boat. You’re eating the acorns, Found in the tree, A smile on your face, Dropping the shells on me! © 2009 Jimmie A. Kepler Originally published in:… Continue reading Little Squirrel
The spring of 1964 found this military brat living at 803 Jefferson Avenue in Sequin, Texas. Mother had just celebrated her thirty-first birthday that February. My father was in South Vietnam on a one-year tour of duty with the United States Air Force. At ten, I was the man of the house. My brother was… Continue reading Travelin’ Man
Black Eye Cap Hill is one of my favorite shops in Denver and the USA. You take one part of just plain cool add inviting and then a seriousness about coffee, and you have the Black Eye Cap Hill. It is unique. The furnishings, character, and atmosphere were enough to make me glad I was there.… Continue reading Black Eye Cap Hill, Denver, Colorado