Author Rick Kelsheimer babbles and rants in a shameless attempt to trick unsuspecting web surfers to buy his books: Paradise Lanes The Lost Slab, South Union, The Hanging Of Betsey Reed, Wa-Ba-Shik-Ki and The Adventures of Wabash Jake E-mail rickkelsheimerbooks@yahoo.com
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
I was at peace
Monday, August 17, 2009
Sunday, August 16, 2009
I miss "The Duke"

Saturday, August 15, 2009
HVRN
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Eunice Kennedy Shriver
I saw where they have just scheduled the wake for Eunice Kennedy Shriver in Cape Cod. It made me sad as I remembered the time we shared together. Several years ago, before I became the world renowned author that you all know and love, I made a living selling shoes. I was standing in front of the store, minding my own business when Eunice happen to come along and seemed to be smittened with me. I learned later that it was the pair of low cut lavender pumps with three and a half inch spiked heels that she wanted. Naturally, she tried on several pairs pretending to be finicky, when in reality she was trying to prolong the experience, as I massaged her bunions while slipping the shoes on her feet. Alas... our story ended in the way that most May-December romances do. She gave me $29.95 plus tax and left with the shoes instead of me. What doesn't kill us makes us stronger. Vaya con Dios, EuniceSunday, August 9, 2009
Ambraw in August
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Rick to be featured on the Haunted Voices Radio Network


Never one to miss an opportunity to shamelessly promote my new book, I'll be appearing live on the Internet, satellite and the armed forces network On Friday August 12 at 8pm central time. If you want to listen on your computer go to hauntedvoicesradio.com. It should be fun as we talk about the local urban legends of Betsey Reed and the Black Panther of Flat Rock. It should be fun...hope you listen.
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Wa-ba-shik-ki is Finally Published!!!

Saturday, July 11, 2009
I like Teddy



"It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out
how the strong man stumbled, or where the doer of deeds could
have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually
in the arena; whose face is marred by the dust and sweat and
blood; who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again
and again; who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions
and spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best, knows in
the end the triumph of high achievement, and who, at worst, if
he fails, at least fails while daring greatly; so that his
place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know
neither victory or defeat."
~Teddy Roosevelt



