Author Cam Rascoe born Cameron Marquee Rascoe on August 3rd 1973 in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania is a multi talented artist utilizing his God given gifts to educate, entertain and inspire his fellow man.
The Mocking Tree
Keith was a demanding young man in control of all things in his life, especially his wife. Young was the couple when they first met. They grew up in the same small town in Connecticut as neighbors and family friends. All of Kelly’s people knew all of Keith’s people and vice versa. Generations of their families had come up together. Even as a young boy Keith liked to have things his way and he would do anything to win no matter how big or small the issue. It was always his way or the highway. That didn’t sit well with his father so Keith decided against going into the family business.
Black Sheep Boy
“You know I put that old television set out in front of my house the night before trash day and it was gone in less than an hour.”
“Okay Baby let me finish shopping and I’ll be home in about thirty minutes.” “Love you.” “Love you too.” Carlton pulled into the parking lot of his favorite specialty store to pick up some caviar, wine, crackers and cheese for a cocktail party he and his wife were throwing the following evening. He moved briskly through the isles gathering the items he needed while avoiding making impulse buys. He was encountered by an older woman in the wine section. She was very open and talkative despite being a little sickly and feeble.
“What is wrong with that guy? He’s going to break that machine if he keeps slamming those weights down like that.” “You’re right, and then it’s going to take them six months to fix it. That guy is a big jerk.”
Compassion for Candy
Harold Carpenter passed away at age sixty-eight after a three years battle with lung cancer. At his side during the Winter of his life was Candy, his loving wife of twenty years. She cared for him till his very last day loving him unconditionally to he made his way to Heaven. After the funeral she returned to the big empty home she once share with her Harold. Harold bought the home thirty-five years earlier when he was with his first wife. They had one daughter and raised her well in that home unto their eventual divorce.
A Day at The Ball Park
While watching my son's little league baseball team warm up I was informed that there had been a shooting days earlier at a park here in the center of good living Ocoee, Florida. Our sleepy southern town doesn’t suffer from a great amount of crime or violence so any discharging of a firearm is big news. The baseball mom who shared the information with me was a bit sketchy on her facts and details so she left me curious as to exactly what happened. The boys all played great that day as we beat the team from the city of Clermont by twelve runs and headed on our way back to Ocoee.
Misdemeanor Turned Manslaughter
Terry Randolph was a good, God fearing man, father of two daughters whom he adored. The girls’ mother wasn’t very fond of him, her broken heart wouldn’t allow her to stop hurting him. Hurt people hurt people. They’re relationship remained strained through the years but his bond with his little girls grew strong through their daily activities. They fed ducks, rode bikes, made homemade ice cream cones, read books, cooked and did their extra “daddy homework”. Terry liked to expand on the lessons the girls were learning, taking them one step farther.
Mister… Under The Tree
“Mister you comin’ home now?” Charles Hill aka Mister stopped in mid sentence and looked back over his shoulder at his loving wife of forty-two years.