title: Moments: Bedtime Stories & Truths
author: Keith A. Anderson
description: Keith A. Anderson was born in Rochester, N.Y. and raised in Andrews, S.C. where he graduated from Williamsburg-Blakely High School. Later, the confused youngster decided to attend college at the University of Claflin College in Orangeburg, S.C. College life taught him a valuable lessonand that lesson was that college life was not for him. At the end of his sophomore year, he enlisted in the United States Army. He has been writing now for about 6 years. He started writing poems in college back in 1990. He wrote one to his girlfriend (now wife) as a way of trying to impress her. It wasnt until He deployed to Kosovo that He started writing poems (he calls letters) again. He noted that hed always had the vision about "BEDTIME STORIES " for years but it wasnt until He was deployed to Iraq that He finally started making that dream a reality. Out of both of his deployments came inspiration. He wants to speak from the average mans point of view"not just some beautiful way of putting words that make you go wow." Keith wants to write what people think but dont say. He believes that pain and anger is our greatest motivator, "We just need God to channel it."
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  # First and Last
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  ### John Galsworthy
  
  
  This page copyright © 2002 Munsey's.
  
  
  http://www.munseys.com
  
    
  SCENE I
  
  
    
  SCENE II
  
  
    
  SCENE III.
  
  
  
  
  
  ## THE FIRST AND THE LAST. A Drama In
  
  
  Three Scenes
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
      
  
  
  PERSONS OF THE PLAY
  
  
  KEITH DARRANT, K.C.
  
  
  LARRY DARRANT, His Brother.
  
  
  WANDA.
  
  
  
  
  
  SCENE I. KEITH'S Study.
  
  
  **SCENE II**. WANDA's Room.
  
  
  **SCENE III**. The Same.
  
  
  **Between SCENE I**. and SCENE II.—Thirty hours. Between SCENE
  
  
  II. and SCENE III.—Two months.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  ### SCENE I
  
  
  
  
  
    
  **It is six o'clock of a November evening, in KEITH DARRANT'S
  
  
  study**. A large, dark-curtained room where the light from a single
  
  
  reading-lamp falling on Turkey carpet, on books beside a large
  
  
  armchair, on the deep blue-and-gold coffee service, makes a sort of
  
  
  oasis before a log fire. In red Turkish slippers and an old brown
  
  
  velvet coat, KEITH DARRANT sits asleep. He has a dark, clean-cut,
  
  
  clean-shave