Kenny's Camera, Cooking & Crazy Confessions

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Nine years ago, if someone had told me that my family curiosity would evolve and bring me to this point, I would have laughed. In the beginning, I hadn't expected much, just a few answers.  More than anything, it was a desire to learn about my father's years as a child/teen and the man who raised him.  That came from my mother's claim that I was always at odds with my father (not openly, I wouldn't dare) because I was so much like him.  But as the inquiries go, I'll reference the saying, "be careful what you wish for". Mentions were made about my grandfather's youth and his family, of which I knew little.  And just as Adam & Eve begat Cain, who begat Enoch, who begat Irad...                    ...questions begat more questions.  Sure, there were names listed in the back of an old bible handed down to my father, but a "Davis Family Tree" didn't exist.  Not as for as I knew or could find.  It was more just a flow chart of s

I've been called many things in my life and rightfully so by most accounts: incorrigible, wicked, mischievous, trouble/troublesome, wild, touched, "not right", shameless, "crazy as hell", "the HR Nightmare", and so forth and so on.  My personal favorite is the description a teacher made in reference to me in the Teachers' Lounge (so I was told): "The most predictable thing about Kenny Davis is that he's unpredictable".  Yeah, I'm many things, but one thing I am not , despite my impish ways, is The Devil.  Unfortunately, I've been called that on waaaay too many occasions. That being said, I'm about to contradict myself by introducing a new theme to my blog series, which I'll call, "Church Tales".  And ain't NONE  o' them honorable enough to give you the confidence that I'm bound for that casual escalator to Heaven on the Day of Atonement.  If anything, if I DO make it (and by the skin of my t

It's 4 a.m.  I've been up since 2. The freight train is rolling along the tracks about two miles away.  I turn towards the window to listen to the sound of the whistle, taking in the sweet fragrance of the night air and the vanilla glow of the moon. The musical chord triggers that memory again: Me, waiting at home for my father to get off work and come home from the steel mill at 11 pm. All of a sudden a new sensation envelops me: Another feeling I used to get as a child, back when my father walked through the house at 3 a.m. The combination of serenity and security. He got up every night to make sure that everything and everyone were okay. I pretended to be sound asleep but I'm quite sure he knew I was watching him through half-closed eyes as he stopped, then passed my room. And I did watch him, almost every night, as I listened to his tired steps in the silence of the dark. On his lee I never felt alone, afraid or unprotected.  Becau

Welcome back for Parrrrrrrt TWO of my humiliating tale of the night I met (say it with me now...) "my baby", Chante Moore.  Chante possesses the greatest voice I've ever heard, but you should know that by now.  Warning:  If you're just joining the party, you really need to go back and read "Meeting Chante Moore (Pt. 1): Things Idiots (Meaning Me) Do" before going any further.  If you have read it, it wouldn't be a bad idea to do so again, just to reclaim your groove. Before we begin, I'd like to apologize for the long delay. If you were following me back during the release of Part 1 in February, you may remember my subsequent "lock out" from Facebook and Instagram.  We believe it to have been related to someone's misunderstanding of my original subtitle, "I Am NOT A Stalker".  We'll never know the truth, but I decided to wait and let the air clear, just to be sure. When we last left off, I had rented a carefully sele

Growing up, like most men, the majority of my words and deeds were designed to gain the attention &/or affection of women.  Whatever it took to get them to notice me, I tried it.  I needed some kind of edge because it wasn't like they were drooling when I entered the room.  I know people don't like me saying this, but I've always considered myself to be quite unattractive.  You see I was this skinny kid (the end of the spectrum I'd prefer to be closer to today) with big eyes, "Donald Duck" lips (as my older sister used to tease), goofy walk, poor fashion sense and I had zero "game".  My best friends were good-looking fellas of all races who always got the interested gaze from the girls whenever we went out. But not the kid.  Nope, not Kenny. I eventually decided that if I didn't have the natural "magnet" within and on me, I'd create one.  So I worked on improving my knowledge base, trivia and sense of humor so I wouldn't

Greetings everyone and Happy June 1st! I hope your April Showers brought you May Flowers and so forth and so on.  This post marks 50 entries in my blog series and as always, I'm nothing short of grateful for the all of the love you've given me since I started.  It's only fitting that the 50th be a health update, since that's what's most important these days.  That being said (yeah, another not-so-short one)... *Inhales deeply.  Exhales slowly* I guess it's just easiest to begin with a heartfelt apology because I let you guys down this month.  Total weight loss = -4 lbs. You read that right, negative four pounds. I GAINED weight.   My scale is now on a baseball field, as home plate. I could say that the daily discomfort of the muscle damage was the reason, but it really wasn't. I also sustained a minor injury, but that was later and it really wasn't enough to stop me. I just wasn't feeling it last month.  At all. Outside of min