My encounter with the law

As it was getting late, I decided to return home and get my car. I had researched some places I might go for the night. To get there before dark, I needed to drive. As I was on the way, a friend saw me. She told me Cindy was worried and asked me to let her take me home.

I told her to leave me alone, and I walked into another patch of trees. It was getting dusk, and I did not want to get lost in an area I did not know. I hid in some brush and waited for her to leave. She made a phone call, and I heard my daughter come. It was getting dark, and I could see that at least one police car had arrived.

My wife had called my daughter and contacted the police, who put out a silver alert. I was endangered and had been reported to have dementia, and was threatened to take my life by jumping into traffic. I remained hidden in the brush and watched the officers in the woods looking for me.

After about forty-five minutes, I heard the dog. He came straight for me. The handler yelled that I had been found, and the two who had been searching came up. I had my cup in my hands. I did not worry about the canine officer until I was told not to get loud or he would hold me. I had avoided confrontation with two other dogs and listened to these instructions.

I was caught. They offered to take me home to my family, which I declined. They asked if I had been monitoring my diabetes, and I told them I could not because I had disposed of my phone. My continuous glucose monitor reports to it. I was not aware that I was considered suicidal and endangered.

I was given two options. I could return home with them or be transported to a hospital to be checked out. I chose the latter. That meant I was handcuffed and placed in a patrol car to await the ambulance. I complied.

The deputy sheriff who was leading my case waited with me, and we talked about how worried my wife was that I was missing. I told her I had not been missing. I knew where I was all that time, but did not choose to share that information with her. I asked how long she had been a deputy and learned she had worked in the jail for a while. She asked how I was doing in the back seat. I replied that, other than the pain of the handcuffs, I was fine.

The EMTs who came were equally kind and well-trained. While I was in the ambulance, I did not have to wear the cuffs. I enjoyed the pleasure of wearing both SPD and Greene County manacles. I don’t recommend either for evening wear.

The ride to Cox South was as enjoyable as the wait in the sheriff’s car. I spoke with the tech who rode in the back with me, strapped in for my safety. This was my first ambulance ride since the sixties. You can read about it in “The Shooting”. I’ll repost it later and continue this story tomorrow. 

©Copyright 2025 by Charles Kensinger

I took a walk

That’s all it was. My wife and I had a fight. I left the house without telling her where I was going. I’ve done it before. I was angry. I did not want to be around her. Millions of people take walks every day. I try to get in 3,000 to 5,000 steps each day on my smartwatch.

That day, I logged over 23,000 steps. I headed south. Normally, I go to a walking trail north of our home. I went south and west. Remember that it comes into play later. I walked along a creek. I wandered for a couple of hours. This time I had my shoes on.

Once, when I got mad and took a walk, I forgot to put my shoes on. I walked for a couple of hours barefoot up that trail I mentioned. I had my phone with me at that time, and my wife had my daughter come over, and they came to find me. Michelle brought my shoes to me and tried to get me to return home with her and my wife.

That time, I refused to get in the car with them. I told her I would get in her car alone with her. They went back to the house to get her car. I laid my phone down and continued my walk. This time, I had discarded my phone earlier in the day. Once again, I will explain something that you need to know for later.

The argument started in the car. My wife was driving. She threatened to have me picked up by the police and put me in a mental hospital if I got out of the car. I opened the door and went out. There was no traffic coming on that side. I walked out of the flow of the road and tossed my phone in the grass along the side of the road.

That was to prevent being found before I wanted to be. As I walked through the woods following the creek, I saw a clearing underneath electrical lines. The walking was easier there, but without the stream to guide me, I began walking back to the east.

I came up a rise and realized I was returning in the direction I came from. I made the first sighting of my daughter’s car and turned around. I had no intention of returning home. I went to the west once again and used the compass on my watch to keep me on a southwest heading. I was tired and thirsty. I set my course for a local convenience store. I stayed in trees and behind buildings as much as I could. I encountered two dogs that let me know they thought I did not belong there. I faced them and scared them away twice.

The third time they came back, their owner was with them and reminded me I was on private property. The former CBC campus is near the fairgrounds. I told him I was taking a walk and just passing through. He walked with me, and I asked questions about the church that now owned the property.

I saw my destination ahead and watched traffic for those I knew were looking for me. I used the restroom for the purpose it was designed and purchased a large drink. I continued my trek towards the library station. I spent the next few hours there reading, working on the computer, and watching for anyone I might know. I’ll continue this story tomorrow.

©Copyright 2025 by Charles Kensinger

Respect for the law

While watching the episode of The Andy Griffith Show called Lawman Barney, I began to think about the problems with law enforcement currently. First responders are becoming targets for those who dislike authority. Police officers are ambushed frequently. The justification for some of these attacks has been incidents of police killing what are thought to be innocent people.

I will not talk about these incidents here. Keep watching and I will write about many of these police shootings later. In 1962 when the episode aired for the first time, police officers were respected in most small towns in America. Nationwide murder rates from then until 2017 have not quite doubled. During this same period, all crimes have almost tripled.

Ambush deaths of officers increased from eight in 2015 to 21 in 2016. Common reasoning credits the public in general for being angry with law enforcement. The rash of police murders of innocent people is the claimed justification for these murders of officers.

Is there a general disrespect for those who are hired to protect us? According to a 2016 Gallup poll, respect for police rose from 64% in 2015 to 76% in 2016. The same year attacks on police increased, and Americans voiced more admiration for their protectors. Who then is responsible for these attacks?

The short answer is criminals. That should surprise none of us. Body cameras on more officers should decrease the number of members of law enforcement who are set free after abusing their power. Hopefully, that will bring a reduction in police ambushes. It will not eliminate all of them. Police are fighting a war for us, and the enemy is the criminal element. That group will always view the uniformed officer as a target. All we can do is pray for them and be more vigilant in our own communities.

If you are one of those who complain about lawlessness and the current state of crime, do not think you can turn your back. It is time to do something. Support the police, courts, and those who have been victims. I do not know what it is like to be the one in jail or victimized by them. I have been a witness on more than one occasion.

I’ve watched drunk drivers involved in accidents and try to get away. I had someone die from being shot in front of my eyes. It took me months to process that, and I’m not sure I’ve gotten over it yet.

I know that you think I am just one of those pampered white people. What about the pampered blacks, Hispanics, and other minorities that obey the laws and are not part of the problem. They are the solution.

©Copyright 2025 by Charles Kensinger

Dogs and Cats

Recently I published an article entitled “Animalities” in which I spoke of the personality traits that we attribute to our pets as being animalities, not personalities. These characteristics of humans that seem to carry over can also be referred to as doganalities and catanalities.

Along with these ideas, I believe that we humans have some features that we recognize in our pets but may not see in ourselves. We have all heard the saying, “Dogs have owners. Cats have servants.” You could call this a dogitude and a catitude.

A dog is usually easygoing, loyal, and laid back. I know this leaves out pit bulls, chihuahuas, mastiffs, and some other breeds. I hope that I am following our dog, Biscuit’s example. I also do things my wife does not approve of. I do not pee or poop in the house or dig trash out of the cans like he does. We all have our faults.

Both the cat and the dog like to get loved and petted and so do I. I however am not welcome on Cindy’s lap. I think it is because I weigh a lot more than they do. I can be noisy like the dog. However, I do not bark. My loudness is usually just talking or snoring.

Biscuit likes to do what he is told unless I am the one speaking to him. He looks at my wife to see if she says he must obey me. If she repeats my requests he listens. Sometimes children do this to one parent or the other. That is when you know who the real head of the house is.

I hope none of you are like cats. Ours believes that the house is hers to do whatever she wants. She plays or fights depending on the mood she is in. Anything she can get to is a toy. Anywhere she can squeeze into is her space. Life is easy for Essa until the claws come out. That is when we stop playing or loving. We bleed easily.

Time heals all wounds. I heard that stated differently once. Time wounds all heals. Think about that for a while. When I was in college my sister had a cat that loved to attack and play with me on the stairs leading to my bedroom. After Cindy and I got married and went over to my parents and played with her, I had scratches all over my hand and arm. Today I am on blood thinners, and this is not a good habit to get back into.

Living a dog’s or cat’s life is not good for humans. You need to earn your own pay, pay your own keep, and keep all you can. Don’t take more than you give or let others take advantage of your generosity. Life isn’t easy. It is manageable.

It’s okay to spoil your pets. Allowing your children or others to run roughshod over you is not a good idea. I have spoken against trying to make yourself number one. It is also inappropriate to make anyone your priority 24/7. Our spouse and kids should get much of our time. Bosses or others may think that your salary entitles them to all your time. If so, now is the perfect time to look for a better employer. There are numerous positions available currently.

©Copyright 2025 by Charles Kensinger

How many sides are there?

Once again, Race is in the news. Groups of racists were allowed to march for their rights. It seemed at first that they wanted a peaceful protest. Counter protestors marched against them. Both groups had peaceful individuals in them. As with any organization, there were those on both sides that wanted a violent confrontation.

Those nonviolent people were overshadowed by the ones that wanted to kill the other side. Whose fault was this outbreak of tragedy? It could be the authorities which authorized this march. Those who organized the meeting can be accused of knowing that counter protestors would be there. It happens with almost every gathering of any kind. Someone comes that opposes their views.

The groups that marched in opposition knew they were confronting some violent antagonists. The authorities had a police presence available to keep the peace. What went wrong?

Our Constitution guarantees a right to peaceful assembly. Has this type of violence been present at other rallies by these groups? If so, the event should not have been authorized. If opposition groups had been known to start fights, that should have been defused before the two groups met.

In hindsight, we know that the National Guard and a stronger police presence were needed. Someone misjudged the danger that was forming. The blame, however, is justly placed on those individuals who started the fights. The man who drove into the crowd is responsible for his actions as well.

The problem is that no one wants to admit that they were partially at fault. This is a growing problem in this country. More of us refuse to accept responsibility for our actions. We also deny guilt for those who agree with us.

We need to remember that just because you disagree with me does not mean you are wrong. There is almost always more than one side to every disagreement. Violence is never the answer. Just as we have seen in other demonstrations in the last few years, the violent minority can cause problems for the peaceful majority.

I’ve seen a suggestion on Facebook that if you are part of a protest and violence breaks out, sit down, raise your hands and let those assigned to protect lives and property know that you are peaceful. Be sure you obey the instructions of the police and National Guard. If they tell you to disperse, walk away to protest another day.

Choose the side of truth. Not truth as you see it. Truth as it really exists. Each of these opposing groups believe they are correct. Neither is completely on track. Who is the most important person in your life? It should not be you. You must choose someone else as most important.

Always put others first. The philosophy that you are number one will put you on a downward spiral. I’ve seen books that encourage you to make yourself most important. I hope you eventually learn, as I have, that these writers are incorrect. Jesus said we should treat others as we want to be treated.

©Copyright 2025 by Charles Kensinger

Every kiss begins with . . .

No, it isn’t Kay or Hallmark. It is with desire. When my wife and I watch rom-coms I have a saying, “It’s a Hallmark.” Most Hallmark movies have the starring couple kissing in the last five to fifteen minutes. Others like Larry Levinson productions have lovers kissing much earlier.

My wife and I kissed for the first time after our first or second date. I can’t remember exactly. I think it was the first time. It might not have been. I know I wanted to kiss her every time I saw her and I still do. This was the start of love.

Remember that I do not believe love and lust are the same. Lust is a kind of desire. Love prompts desires of its own. These are not the same. Love makes you want to be with someone. Not for sex or any of that superficial stuff. You want to spend your life with them.

We have been together for over fifty years. Today is our forty-ninth anniversary. We are both retired now and spend almost every moment together. We don’t have to be together all the time; we just enjoy each other’s company. We share the chores around the house, run errands together most of the time, and still sleep in the same bed.

We both have sleep apnea which means without our CPAP machines we snore. During the first year we dated I spent ten weeks over a thousand miles away for the summer. When I returned home, I had turned twenty-one and decided that we needed to be married as soon as possible after I graduated from college the next spring.

Two weeks after the wedding My job moved us to another city, and this gave me justification for marrying her before she graduated from high school. She completed school in the new community and found a job after she was out of school.

Many people think that if you get married at a young age it will be difficult to stay together. For us that has not been a problem. We have learned that the key to loving each other is forgiveness. Everyone has disagreements and makes mistakes. Don’t let these problems break up your relationships.

What we need to do is watch what we say to each other and forgive when we have differences in opinions. Another requirement is to make compromises. When our first daughter was born Cindy wanted to start a tradition of talking about Santa Claus with our daughter. I disagree with that idea.

I felt that promoting this kind of falsehood in our children’s lives would make them distrust what we told them about Jesus and God. She wanted them to be given the fun things these fantasies could bring. It turned out that we were able to explain the differences between real and pretend at the appropriate ages with each of them. Love sometimes is a compromise.

©Copyright 2025 by Charles Kensinger

‘Hey man, you good?’

I just heard about this program that began in September of 2023. It was started by the Healthy Living Alliance of the Ozarks. The hope is to reduce the suicide rate for men in our area. Men account for 80% of suicide victims in our country. We are only around 50% of the population.

Why do we kill ourselves more often than women? We have been told not to cry. We are to man up and internalize our emotions. We do not want to look weak in front of our wives, kids, and other men. When we do not ask for and receive help, this causes us to fall victim to depression and succumb to unhealthy emotions.

This new program is supposed to get you and me to ask each other, “Hey man, you good?” Then as we tell each other, “Yeah, I’m fine” don’t accept that answer. Ask questions. Confess your own times of needing help. Ask for help and offer it.

I want you, my readers to know that I am like 53% of men in Greene County and had thoughts of suicide in the last year. Earlier this year, I walked away from home with the intention of not returning home alive. Others intervened and I was not successful. Without their help, I would not be here.

That was not the first time I wanted my life to end. I do not want you to feel sorry for me. I want you to recognize that I am no different from you. If you have never felt this kind of frustration with your life, count yourself fortunate. My hope is to get you to open up and share your story.

Start with me. Comment below and let’s share e-mail addresses. If you are close to Springfield, MO, let’s meet. I will share what gets to me and why I need help. You can tell me what’s up and we can find some others that we can join and back each other up. For those that are not local to me, we will put you in contact with men in your area that will be your support group.

We know we can’t continue to do this alone. Let’s be men, take charge of our lives and admit that we need each other. It is not just your life. It includes your family and friends. Doctors are researching the effects of genes on suicidal tendencies. This will take years to determine. I can answer some of these questions now.

Suicide is contagious. It is hereditary. There is no bacteria, virus, or gene that transmits it. It is passed along by making others think that what we did is acceptable to them. Have you heard the question, “If your friends jumped off a bridge, would you do it as well?” This is the attitude at work here.

When we use drugs, alcohol, or sex to deal with our problems the first time, we are not considered an addicts. We follow the lead of others to begin. These things are known to be unhealthy if not controlled properly. Our emotions are the same. Letting them control us is not beneficial.

Don’t let depression, anxiety, or grief drive your actions. You can oversee your decisions. No one and nothing should be your boss. You hold the reigns. Drive your own wagon. Substances, emotions, or others should not be allowed to determine your path.

Remember the next time you talk to family or friends to ask how they are. Do not always take the answer that they are fine as the last word. Follow Regis Philbin’s lead and ask if that is their final answer. Let them know that you care about how they are. Be a true friend and show concern.

In his book “Manhood”, Senator Josh Hawley talks about a friend that took his own life. The last time he spoke to him he thought that something was wrong. As we men are prone to, he did not pry. Now he wishes he had. If you have not read this book, you need to. It does not matter if you are a man or a woman. Republican or not.

Hawley explains what a man should be and why. I find his explanations and reasoning to agree with my own beliefs. Check it out and make your own decision. Your eyes might be opened.

©Copyright 2025 by Charles Kensinger

Violence and tragedy

Do you really want to know the reason for the violence? As that old movie line goes, “You can’t handle the truth.” I hope that we will try to understand why hatred, violence, and misunderstanding is rampant across our world.

Fifty years ago, I was still a teenager. Springfield was a much calmer community. Murder was almost unheard of here. St. Louis and Kansas City had high crime rates. Nothing like they have today.

Our population has increased by over 65,000 since then. That could be one explanation for the higher number of murders and assaults in Springfield, MO since 1960. What about the rest of the country and the world?

The wars in the middle east, Europe, and other places around the world have varied causes. I am going to boil it into a simple statement that many will disagree with. Wars are caused by people who feel that they have a reason to attack other people groups. My simple idea is that violence increases because we do not care about others.

Doesn’t this work for shootings, car accidents, and acts of aggression of any type? Most of us don’t intentionally hurt those that we care about. When we do not have compassion for someone else, we may harm them through accident or intention. I’ve been at scenes where the person who caused the problem states that they are sorry. Even though their direct actions inflicted pain. Others show no remorse.

A question that seems to be asked again and again is why? Is it because it is to easy to get a weapon? It is easy when weapons are as easy to put your hands on as rocks, scissors, or even your hands.

We need to look closely at what motivates those that attack. They may hate the victims. They may want something that their victims have. Would it be easier to help with the have nots. One case I heard years ago was of a teenager that was murdered for his tennis shoes by another youth that collected shoes and had over a hundred pairs.

After mass shootings there are always those that think we should strengthen gun laws. I believe the gun laws we have should be enforced heavily. If you own legal firearms, lock them away safely. I wrote a story a few years ago where I photographed over a dozen vehicles with unlocked doors that had visible weapons.

Once a person is inside of your home, make it as difficult as possible for them to steal not just weapons, but anything of value. Criminals want stolen items, and, in some states, they have made it extremely difficult to sell stolen items.

I have advocated for years that the news media should withhold the names of all accused of shootings or other violent acts. My belief is that there are times when they want to become famous or even infamous. We can’t remove the means; however, we might be able to remove some of the motivation. It could be worth a shot.

©Copyright 2025 by Charles Kensinger

Don’t Ask, don’t tell.

This article is not about what you just thought when you read the headline. There is nothing here about homosexuals or the military.  If you are truly interested in the phrase “Don’t ask. Don’t tell.” keep reading. This is not just a Springfield problem or a Christian concern. All human beings are guilty of these two errors. Asking someone a question and not really wanting to listen to the answer.

Walk down any street anywhere in the world and stop a stranger and ask the question, “How are you?” In Germany, you can say, “Vie Geht’s?” Every culture and language has one of these overtaxed phrases that are used when you are not the least bit interested but want to appear to be. While the same words can come from the mouth of one who is concerned, often the phrase is only a greeting and does not truly mean that the other person cares.

In churches, supermarkets, Wal-Mart or bars you experience the same concern or lack thereof.  Often Christians are as guilty of treating each other and non-Christians with the same nonchalance. Try this the next time you think someone is truly asking about your health, disposition, or financial status, tell them how you really are. 

This has been preached from pulpits with ministers telling their congregations they should be more concerned and interested in others because Jesus was. The good results usually end when someone is greeted by the same pastor who preached it and his eyes glaze over and he responds with some cliches like, “I’m sorry. I hope next week is better for you.” and turns away.

“Little Christ” is what Christianity means. Using Him as an example His followers must show the concern that He demonstrated with the Samaritan woman at the well. He went to that well specifically to see her. Then she was perplexed that a Jew would ask her as a Samaritan and a woman for a drink, He explained to her who He was and why He did not act like the Jews that she had seen before. He set a new standard for those who followed Him. Has this been forgotten in the Church?

Remember not to ask a question, if you do not want to take the time to hear the answer. Don’t ask the question, if you are uninterested in the answer.  Don’t tell people you care about them and forget to prove it to them. After all, this Springfield is in Missouri and you have to show them.

©Copyright 2025 by Charles Kensinger

Are You Easily Offended?

Most would say that they are not. Then there is a situation in which one does not find as much humor as might have previously been expected and upon introspection it is possible that our attitudes have changed. Such was the case on a Friday night at the MSHSAA Speech Tournament at Parkview High School in Springfield. High School speech tournaments were where this preacher boy learned to stand in front of an audience without dying of a heart attack.

A humorous presentation was made that I have listened to many times in over forty years of performing and judging this event. It was written by Mark Twain. In past years some of the characters used the “N” word in describing others in the book. That word had been replaced with a less offensive descriptive.

I see this throughout our culture. We cannot use a word but those same groups that say they are offended allow themselves to speak these words to each other. They are even lyrics to songs that are honored at their awards shows. I don’t mind being re-educated. I do not understand why the minorities aren’t held to the same high standards.

A few years ago, it was revealed that a NAACP leader that everyone thought was black was identified as being Caucasian. Hair color had been changed. A perm was used to conceal straight hair. Speech patterns had been changed to be more accepted. They fought for years to prevent white entertainers from mimicking them in movies and television. I understand.

The LGBT community have added a new letter to their name. Correct me if I am incorrect. Isn’t that the letter that a name they do not like begins with. Once again, we cannot use it. LGBTQ members can. Can we protest the use of the erm WASP.

Let’s stop calling each other names. We are all human beings. I have advocated for years that we stop calling others by two very offensive designations that they like to use for themselves and their counterparts. Let’s drop the use of Republican and Democrat or liberal and conservative. These do not fit the organizations and their constituency. I am non-partisan. The separate but equal rule applies here as well. If they are forced to live together then we will learn to see our similarities and not out differences.

How will we know who we should vote for? By getting to know who they are and not accepting who they want us to think they are. I’m tired of being lied to. How about you?

©Copyright 2025 by Charles Kensinger