Samson Harper Author

“We are what we repeatedly do, therefore, excellence is not an act, but a habit” - Will Durant

Names are so confusing.

There's a Doctor who Episode "The Shakespeare Code"

That invokes a concept called "The Power of Names"

My name is Samuel Andrew Harper Jr.

Which Implies a Samuel Andrew Harper Sr.

I call myself Samson.

Andy "The Beatnik":

"Andy" is what my Beneficent grandmother Barbra named me on the way home from the hospital

after my Paternal Great Great Grandfather Andrew "Andy" Harper

However, Unbeknownst to her, the stars were not aligned for an Andy

an Andy, was a shelter, a protective layer of Love, my grandmother gave me

to shelter me from the horrors of the war that I came from

and the life my Grandsire had lived.

Malcom Horsley Harper Sr.

Malcom Horsley Harper Sr. : Stormed the beaches of Normandy... meaning in the water swimming, on the ground running, 5th wave medic, on Omaha Beach, Normandy, D-day Baby! - The Day "We" "THE ROAYAL WE" "SAVED THE GODDAMNED WORLD!"

JUNE 6, 1944

HE WAS THERE!!!

He was there.

HE PILED BODIES FOR 3 DAYS

People want to talk about LOTR like the greatest work of fiction; and maybe it is:

but when people like me Scream "NORMANDY!"

we are honoring our ancestors no less than a fictional king named Aragorn screaming "ELENDIL!"

That's a battle cry.

My Great Great Great Grandfather John Henry Moore born 1890 was Full Blood Choctaw, and was spared the trail of tears because he owned an estate in Mississippi.

Does that spare me the battle cry "TRAIL OF TEARS!?"

There was a company man, that lived in a time of honorable men; when a man could work a trade for a generation and be given a pension and a gold watch His name is Earnest Gene Channon. Who settled down with his wife Cherry and raised a family... and abides with us to this day, does his battle cry "GENE!" resonate in my heart less because he is still with us?

It does not.

Let's talk about "Slammin' Sammy"

In Hillsborough Texas born and raised, Was a roadie for Ted Nugent for most of his days, All plugging in guitars for his brother and acting all cool, Smoking little weed outside of the school when a couple of guys said they were up to no good started causein' trouble in the neighborhood, My dad got one little fight, and my Uncle got scared he said you're going to momma's and poppies in Hillsborough. Now an electrification is where he spends most of his days, all gutiaring and maxing and relaxing all cool and all shooting his pistol while sitting on his stool, smoking his cigar writing down the rules

My Grandmother, my Aunts and Uncles, and Cousins, Mother, Father, Sister, Nieces and Nephews can call me Andy all they want.

To my Grandfather I'm Andrew.

The name is Samson, remember it.