Author Archives: Ken Greenman

At 7:23 A.M. when my eyes creak open to a window full of bright blue Carolina sky, then droop-doze-close, to pop open to gray clouds and drizzle and my bed-side death-reminder tock-ticks its admonition: “Ken! Get up! It’s 10:36 A.M.! … Continue reading →

A revisionist historian steps in to help little Billy when Billy asks his Mommy, (another revisionist historian), “Mommy, why did Daddy leave us?” and Mommy answers, “Daddy didn’t leave us, Dear. He’s been on a business trip- for five years.” … Continue reading →

Don’t let it happen, men! Don’t let the blood spitting, front-teeth-missing, rugby player or that goose-steping-skin-headed neo-nazis or Jim Anderson, the father who never knew best, or Atticus of Mockingbird and Watchman fame become the new frame for your new … Continue reading →

no thing. (boring) Hhhhmmmmm…. Ah! an idea of a thing! OOOOHH! a discovering of a need for the idea of the thing. weneedathingweneedathingweneedathing! NOW! a design for THAT IDEA of the thing. a design for the pieces of THAT IDEA … Continue reading →

This full March moon brings out the madness in me. The silent, fireless face, illuminating the almost morning, urges me to slough off all these cotton encumbrances. “Come,” she demands, “into the glowing! Race around your house, howling!” But there … Continue reading →

“Such a cook your Mother is!” gushed Adam to his sons. “You should be so lucky to find so good, (once we figure out where to look!)” Eve stood at her end of her table, blushing behind her vail, her … Continue reading →

“Oye! Such a cook my wife is!” gushed Adam to Eve as she cleared the glass dishes from their dining room table. “… and such wonderful pie! Fresh baked for Sabbath, yet! So, tell me. What did you name the … Continue reading →

From birth, we are but visitors on Earth. Guests of Mother Nature and Father God, constrained by their iron bands of hospitality and rational laws to do, first, no harm, but, rather, to walk, arm-in-arm with our brother and sister, … Continue reading →

When I was a kid, the quaint, old colonial down at the corner of my street went up for sale, the former owners having moved on up to a better place in the sky and their progeny possessing no interest … Continue reading →

It is our Christian Duty to feed the hungry, so, I feed birds. A lot less trouble than feeding hungry humans! God forbid! They may congregate at my door! Row on row of rabble, expecting more and more! Where-as birds … Continue reading →