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Mindset 7/17/17

Posted in Uncategorized on July 18, 2017 by C.L. Harmon


Many times we hear that we need to choose a side, pick a team, know where we stand and not stand in the middle of the road. Perhaps though, it is in the middle of the road where we should all strive to walk the path of life.

Now consider the best vantage point to see both sides of any issue. Wouldn’t the middle be the best location in which to not only step away and see the ideas more clearly, but also to give us the view to get a better understanding of the side in which we find disagreement? Does not standing firm in the middle show that we believe in compromise and humanity’s ability to find peaceful solutions? Does it not allow us to approach either side without hostility and be welcomed as we are not considered an enemy?

By walking the central path between issues does not compromise our values or moral convictions because those should be with us no matter where we stand. But it does allow to know that where we stand can always be a place where opposing sides can approach us and be heard with an open mind and heart. And the middle is and has always been the place where people meet to become the only side.


Serial Thriller 2

Posted in Entertainment, Serial Thriller, Uncategorized with tags on January 16, 2017 by C.L. Harmon

By C.L. Harmon

He remembered that she was a school teacher and called on her some time later asking if she would be interested in tutoring Porter. Of course she said she would and our friendship began. For the remainder of the school year, Porter would come to our home after school every Tuesday and Thursday. He would work on the lesson plan my mother had for him while I worked on my homework. Once we finished, we spent our time playing army, checkers, building forts in the woods and tossing around the baseball. He would even have dinner with us sometimes if Polk was late picking him up. We became the best of friends that year even though we went to different schools because of segregation. That summer we celebrated our birthdays together and it was the best summer of my childhood. We were the same age only a week apart but in separate months. I was the oldest in late June and his was the first of July. When we turned ten, my mama invited Polk and Porter’s mama Selma and the other siblings to our house for a cookout and suggested they celebrate his birthday with mine. That turned out to be a good thing since all the white kid’s parents wouldn’t let them stay when they found out blacks were there.  I didn’t mind though. As long as Porter was there, I didn’t care who else showed up. To hell with them anyway, they just didn’t know what they were missing I thought then and still do. Looking back on it now, I had no idea what type of storm was brewing in the winds to come. I know there was no way to see the dark cloud that was moving into position. Even if I had known, I couldn’t have imagined how sinister and ugly those blood-filled clouds would be when they opened to piss down on all of us in the small community of Spirit Oaks in that dusty small county of Pawnee where I grew up.

Serial Thriller 1

Posted in Entertainment, Serial Thriller, Uncategorized with tags , on January 13, 2017 by C.L. Harmon

Welcome to Serial Thriller, a fun fictional story written in segments. Please check back for new installments!

By C.L. Harmon

It’s funny what the mind chooses to remember. It fades certain things out to where they hardly seem like they were ever real. While others images are frozen still in the same pristine condition in which the mind first discovered them. For me it’s the flies which my mind chooses to keep fresh and out of the destructive reach of time. I remember how they buzzed around his head like airplanes in some form of attack formation. The little pests were persistent in their desire to taste the death of the best friend I would ever know. To my 16 year-old brain, they were an image that would be blazoned into my memories for years to come and years to go. They were the images of Porter Montgomery hanging from that tree and my innability to swat those flies away that will forever walk the dark corridors of memories where most us never care to venture. I met Porter when we were just youngsters, nine years of age. His daddy Polk had done real well for himself and owned three car dealerships in two counties. Porter had four sisters, two older and two younger. Polk was quite accomplished for a black man in 1957 rural Oklahoma. Hell, for that matter, he would have been quite accomplished for a white man at that time. He was also a decorated WWII veteran, only leaving the service when shrapnel took part of his left leg. Old Polk was a determined man, a determined man indeed. He was determined to survive a war, determined to be successful in business, determined to raise a son that white men would respect and even fear. But in the end, his determination only focused on a blind justice that would be seen from heaven to hell. I remember once as a child I heard some men talking about Polk in Belson’s Hardware. I was probably around the age of seven or eight, not long before I met Porter. One of the men there said that even with his leg barely attached, he fought Nazis off, killing scores of them during the Ardennes Forest Nazi offensive. He even dragged a wounded officer out of harm’s way and saved his life, using the only leg he had left that worked. I guess it’s that type of determination that makes one successful in war…and selling cars it seems. Of course, having all of the black customers that populated two counties and the Indians too didn’t hurt either when it came to being successful in business. Indians didn’t trust white men either I guess. This sense of success is how I would come to know Porter. Polk loved Porter dearly being that he was his only son. But more than that, Porter was a project of prosperity. He was just an extension of Polk’s desire to succeed in a white man’s world. Porter was going to be better, richer, more educated and as equally respected as any white man in the world as far as Polk was concerned. Porter though, had a learning disability. Actually it was a comprehension problem. My mom was a school teacher and did tutoring after school to make extra money. Polk had met my mother once and remembered how she had treated him as an equal and not a sub-human, which was a customary action by many during those times.

Mindset: 10-14-16

Posted in Uncategorized on October 14, 2016 by C.L. Harmon

By C.L. Harmon

When we make room for others in our lives, we fill up spaces in our souls that might otherwise become cluttered with the baggage that accumulates over time. Life is in constant motion from our first breath to our last and within that time comes the sum of all our actions.

We have no control over the rate in which time passes, but we do have dominion over how that time is spent. We can spend it creating baggage that we must store in the limited spaces that are available. Or we can use that time to share with others.

Time with others is not the creation of a burdensome load that clutters the chambers in our soul, but the expansion of a life that creates more rooms to house the valuable relationships of love and friendship we acquire.

Happiness and misery are both results of time plus choices. When we choose baggage, we crowd ourselves into a small existence that revolves only around ourselves. However, when we share ourselves with others, we grow as large as we need to be to hold all the valuables our time allows us to discover. /

Mindset 9-1-16

Posted in Entertainment, Uncategorized on September 14, 2016 by C.L. Harmon

By C.L. Harmon

One man can steal another man’s dreams. He can align those of his den to sabotage opportunities and lay pitfalls on that man’s path. From this thief rests the seed of hubris and insecurity which spawn a veil of darkness on humanity.

As with any theft, the taking of something from another is proof that the thief envies others in his heart. He may even steal from another with a skewed belief that his actions are justified or even righteous.

However, his belief is rooted in man’s imperfection to seek selfish desire and not the wisdom of the Creator. What a thief does not understand is that he does not just steal from others, but from himself as well. He robs himself of integrity, the ability to achieve respect from others and the dignity to carry himself among those with honor.

In addition, the darkness these thieves create does not only blanket the light of its victims, but all light including the pathways in which they too must walk to reach their dreams. /

Never Forget To Remember

Posted in Uncategorized on August 9, 2016 by C.L. Harmon

By C.L. Harmon

On August 6, 1945 President Harry Truman authorized the atomic bombings of Japan, first Hiroshima and Nagasaki three days later. His intention was to end the war in the Pacific and bring an end to the loss of American servicemen fighting against a determined enemy who refused to accept defeat.

His efforts succeeded at the cost of 230,000 civilians killed or injured by the heat waves that reached several thousand degrees. Time would inevitably take many more lives as a result of radiation exposure before the effects would level off.

Past generations have and future generations will continue to judge the moral scope of President Truman’s decisions. But perhaps it is not his choice we should question but rather the choices our children will have to face in the future. The ones in a world that continues to move into a volatile state where weapons of mass destruction, far greater than those used against Japan, are ever more prevalent and still seen as an alternative to bring about peace.

Mindset 8/4/16

Posted in Entertainment, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on August 9, 2016 by C.L. Harmon

By C.L. Harmon

Is it not reasonable to assume that each and every aspect of our lives is different and unique from another’s? Consider the incredible fact that each human being is created differently. We are created in the same way, but are never the same and never duplicated.

Although our hearts beat in the same way, pump blood in the same manner and break down over time in the same fashion, they are all different in the aspects of how we suffer loss and heart break. The pain we experience may differ, but how we choose to cope with it may be completely different than even our closest companions.

Our responses to experiences in life are not mathematical formulas hard wired within us. They are individual reactions of the same unique design that gives us our personalities, sense of humor and physical appearances. Just as we are not designed to look exactly like others, we too should not be expected to act or react as others do either.

There is a divine purpose as to why we are unique. That purpose is not to judge others based on what we believe an action or reaction should be, but to accept those differences which separate us and keep us from reaching the greater understanding that our Creation was designed without limits.