Author Archives: Ken Greenman

If I go before you, my soul will be waiting just beyond the crashing surf, watching for you as long as it’s allowed by whoever’s skipper of the crowd, until you are beside me, once again. I will be riding … Continue reading →

I try to tithe each months check, bringing a percent of increase to the store house, used to feed the widows and orphans, to heal the sick, and house the poor wanderers, to feed the birds and… Wait a minute! … Continue reading →

Perhaps it was that the leaves had not yet turned russet as they had the first time. Perhaps it was that the sky was blue and cloudless, being slate gray the first time. Perhaps because the carolilian chime did not … Continue reading →

First, never ask of him questions to which you really don’t want answers. Maybe she did, every morning, prepare for him a farmers breakfast and every night a gormands feast. Chicken cor-don-blu was not difficult for her to do, even … Continue reading →

The guarantee and the root of the efficacy of progress is based solely, squarely and securely on the fact that the last guy or crew or company who, ” Put your old roof on, Madam,”… or installed your AC system … Continue reading →

I no longer have the time to wait for you to have the time for me! For there is no time BUT the present and no present I can give you like my time! Decide, Damn it! Or watch me … Continue reading →

I enjoy watching men and women work. The brick layer halfway up a wall. A painter turning sheet-rock-dull gray into canary yellow. A greensman leaves the lawn well weeded, mowed and edged. I don’t need a fifth generation cell phone … Continue reading →

Come! Walk me. Keep me company while I do my daily duty, the simple chores. Mow the lawn. Drive to Lowes for two quarts of coconut milk, bananas and chop meat. Come! Walk me. Meet me at my stoop. Arm … Continue reading →

When I play alone, I against I, I never looses. I follow all the rules: WHITE ON RIGHT; KING ON OPPOSITE COLOR; NON-PASSANT; FIGHT TILL THE BLOODY CHECK-MATE; BEWARE THE STALE MATE; BUT A POT IS AS GOOD AS GOLD. … Continue reading →

…that moment in human history after which everything changes. It’s no mystery! The most pivotal… That slight change of direction… That sudden shift in trajectory… Remember? OK. I will tell you! It’s the first time one of our Pro-Magnon grandpa’s … Continue reading →