As a Humor Columnist, most evenings I can be found wiping drops of hot chocolate from my sticky keyboard, while attempting to draft short whimsical stories about life as seen through the bleary eyes of a senior. Actually, it's quite amazing how life has become
+ more bio informationThe night was dark and the moon was pale, casting eerie shadows of a mystic ships sail. Upon the wooden deck, stood a figure still as stone, hidden by a darkened cloak exposing naught but bone. The story folded 'round me, like a picture from the past, of tattered flag with skull and bones, shown flying from the mast. An old ...
"I remember the days." I remember the days of Saturday movie time, when a movie and popcorn were only a dime. When the first thing we saw, was a funny cartoon, then a cliff-hanger serial with Buck Rogers on the moon. I remember the days of black licorice and cherry cokes, of childhood friends laughing at the stupid Moron jok...
The light shined down softly through the puffy white clouds, to reveal a blue sky, with curtain like shrouds. My breathing was stilled as I gazed at this sight, the most perfect picture, framed within the light. Could this be the heavens that I had longed for, with this stairway that led to a large golden door. I ascended th...
Thousands of Hispanics are breaking the law daily here in Arizona. This is a 24 hour a day problem for the under-staffed, under-funded, Border Patrol. We are being inundated by Mexicans searching for a way to make a living. Although many reports have been issued on this problem, no one is sure what the exact count of these i...
I remember a time, not so long ago, when I used to be right about everything. A time when I made all my own decisions, ate what I pleased, went wherever I darn well wanted to go, and bowed to no one. I was the ruler of my own universe, the king of the castle. Then, I got married. I'm not saying that marriage is a bad thing, ...
I know that Christmas is getting closer because my checkbook seems to be showing up more often in my wife's purse. Also, before I finish my last bite of Thanksgiving turkey dinner, we are suddenly being bombarded by Christmas commercials. I haven't even had a chance to put the Halloween decorations away yet. Somehow, seeming...
There once was a woman who lived in a shoe, because she simply could no longer afford to live in her nice cottage by the beanstalk. A few months ago, she had asked her addled-brain son Jack, to take the family cow to market. And instead of selling Bessie to the local feed lot, he traded her for some worthless beans. Well, yo...
I sat in the backseat staring gloomily through the window at the strange looking two story dark red brick buildings and the massive large oak trees with their canopies that held the denseness of my mood. The older houses with front porches seemed devoid of life. I frowned, wondering if there were even any other kids that liv...
Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Please sit back and don't fret. How many times have you heard these same cries? From the kids in the back, with that look in their eyes. You dragged them away you mean parents, you. And you're making them do something that they don't want to do. So get them there quickly, there's no time t...
Much to my wife's dismay, It seems as though every time I come home from the doctor's office, there is at least one thing I forgot to ask about. But lately, there had been something troubling me. So, last week during my annual check-up I asked the doctor to take a look at a growth that had recently appeared on the back of my...
Kent Richards
Maricopa, Massachusetts US
Member since: November 2007
Articles Written: 75