I had a wonderful Christmas and hope you all liked what you found under your tree as much as I did.
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, December 29, 2009
Hope You Like What Santa Brought You
I had a wonderful Christmas and hope you all liked what you found under your tree as much as I did.
Friday, December 25, 2009
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
I want an I Pod for Christmas
Merry Christmas
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Rick
Monday, December 21, 2009
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Not a Romance!!!!!!
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Rick
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
The Adventures of Wabash Jake
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Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Louise Harrision to Appear on Plan B Radio with Rick
Friday, November 27, 2009
Rick to Host Weekly Radio Show on HVRN
Haunted Voices Radio Network announces that starting December 2, 2009, author Rick Kelsheimer will be hosting a weekly alternative talk show (Plan B Radio) every Wednesday night. from 9pm to 11pm (Central Time) on HVRN. Plan B will cover a wide variety of topics not covered by mainstream stations from conspiracy theorys, global warming, music, and books and the end of the world as we know it. No subject is off limits. Listen to Rick each week as he calls em like he sees em with the accuracy of a near-sighted umpire. Check back for more details.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Friday, November 20, 2009
New Book at the Publishers
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Tuesday, November 17, 2009
A Good Read
I just finished reading Carl Hiaasen's Nature Girl and found it the closest thing to the late John D. MacDonald's writing. It's a black comedy about south Florida and quite a page turner. If you like Travis McGee I thing you'll like this book also.
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Monday, November 9, 2009
Once again...Damn Bears
Thomas Edison
I didn't realize that Thomas Edison was a coach for the Chicago Bears!
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Tuesday, November 3, 2009
A visit from Betsey Reed
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Sunday, October 25, 2009
A quote
~Author Unknown
...and you know who you are.
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Sunday, October 18, 2009
A Farmer
If I had to describe my Dad in a single word, I guess it would have to be—Farmer.
Although, one word could never do justice to describe a life of seventy years, I think he would smile if that was how he was remembered.
He made his living in different ways, but he was a farmer from the first time he helped Daddy Ray in the fields of
A farmer isn’t what you do. It’s who you are.
Dad watched the wind as it gusted across a wheat field before the oncoming rain with the same love and awe that sailor does when he looks at the sea. He was a flatlander. He loved the wide open prairie without fence or bramble. He felt a kinship with the land and understood how to treat it with respect.
In return—the land paid him back with a bounty.
His beans were bushier.
His corn was taller.
His hogs were healthier.
Wherever he spent time—he left the land better than he found it.
But a farmer is much more that just a caretaker of the land.
He is honest and steady;
A story teller;
A soldier and patriot.
A farmer is a faithful husband and father; grandfather and uncle; brother and friend.
He is a teacher and a student;
A lover and a brawler;
A historian and a thinker.
A farmer is funny and loves to laugh.
He gets a bigger kick out of making others laugh.
He shoots a nifty left-handed jump shot from the baseline.
And poses for the Heisman Trophy after scoring a touchdown in a sandlot game.
A farmer loves his tractor.
He loves his mower even more.
A farmer is strong…
…and tender
He is loyal to the Bears, Cubs and Fighting Illini. Even when they don’t deserve it.
He is at home in his pickup with a faithful dog at his side.
He loves meat and potatoes, biscuits and gravy, pickle loaf and sharp cheddar cheese.
Sometimes a farmer thinks he is John Wayne.
Other times he thinks he’s Mike Ditka or Don Rickles.
A farmer is the first kid on the block to learn to dance rock n roll.
He is the football star who gets the cheerleader.
A farmer can walk the dog and go around the world
with nothing more than a Duncan Yo-Yo.
He would never dream of hurting an animal…
…unless it was to feed his family
A farmer learns to trust the land with patience.
He sees what will be, before it exists.
He works hard without complaining.
He understands the seasons and the cycle of life.
He is not afraid.
A farmer sews.
A farmer reaps.
A farmer hopes that beyond the gates of pearl and streets of gold, there is a forty acre patch with coal black topsoil so deep, you measure it in yards. There are no weeds.There is a brand new, bright red, 1962 Farmall 560 tractor hitched to a four bottomed plow with his name on it. On the fender is an AM radio that only gets talk radio and country music without any static. He is greeted by loved ones who have waited patiently for his arrival. He has no pain.
A farmer doesn’t seek wealth.
He seeks serenity and peace.
A farmer is a good man.
A farmer is a hero.
My Dad was a farmer.
Friday, October 16, 2009
Saturday, October 10, 2009
A thought...
-- George Bernard Shaw
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Stop the Rain!
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
My Biggest Fan
The Shot
Shooting hoops behind the garage
on a cold November night
by the light of a full moon.
Free throw—
Free throw—
Jump shot—
Hook—
The clock is winding down.
6,5,4...
Fake right—go left
3,2,1...
The shot is up...
...and good!
The Fighting Illini win the game!
...and my dog, King, wags his tail in approval.
Rick
Friday, October 2, 2009
Book Signing Tomorrow in Robinson
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
A quote
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Damn Bears
Damn Bears
Nip of fall and the smell of persimmonis in the air.
October anticipation mixed with grade school optimism.
Dad's finished his chores early today,
because it's almost kickoff time.
The Bears are in
I've got the good seat on the sofa until Dad kicks me off
to join my brothers on the floor.
"Go baby go!" yells Dad, when Gayle Sayers gets the ball.
"Hit him again!" he yells when Butkus makes a play.
He's so excited now he has to run to the fridge for a beer.
I consider claiming my spot on the sofa, but think better of the idea when I see Dad's look of disapproval.
The game is close at half-time;
only down by seven.
Mom serves her contribution for the day.
The half-time feast.
Fried chicken, mashed potatoes, and glazed carrots.
She made the carrots for me; they're my favorite.
But it's "Eat fast boys! The second half is ready to begin."
It's a good day so far.
But then
we fumble...
then punt...
then fumble again.
A dark cloud settles over the household.
I can tell Dad's had enough.
My brothers lose interest and go back to fighting each other.
Traitors!
I know it's not over as I take my rightful spot on the sofa.
If we can score quickly...
recover the onside kick...
and score again...
we would only need a field goal for the tie.
But things don't go as planed.
Time runs out and the referee shoots his gun.
I sit in solitude and disgust.
Thinking...
Damn Bears...
Damn Bears...
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Rick
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Wabash Jake is Almost Done
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Sunday In New Harmony
Monday, September 21, 2009
A Great Day In Lawrenceville
I had a great day at the book signing in Lawrenceville on Saturday. I was on the courthouse lawn, which was also the site where Betsey Reed was tried and convicted in 1845. I want to give a special thanks to Lori Waggoner and Jamie Wells (pictured above) from the Chamber of Commerce for all their help. They watched my table so I could take bathroom breaks. I would have exploded without them. The only bad part of the day was was a sunburned nose, but I'll survive. I was surprised to find out how many people had already read the Betsey Reed book and wanted Wa-Ba-Shik-Ki.
I also wanted to thank Jim Goodrich for the story about his grandmother being kidnapped by Indians. I plan to look into the incident to see if there is enough for a book.
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Rick