Deer Run Trail, By David R LewisNodaway Trail, by David R LewisOn the Calico Trail, by David R LewisOn the Payback Trail, by David R LewisOn the Ogallala Trail, by David R LewisOn the Killdeer Trail, by David R LewisOn the Cutthroat Trail, by David R LewisEndless Journey Toward an Unknown Destination, by David R LewisIncidents Among the Savages, by David R LewisFear of the Father:  Call Me Crockett, by David R Lewis

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Stranger in a Strange Land

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When I was a child, racial tension in my small hometown did not exist. There was no them, only us. Everybody was white. The caste system was in effect, to be sure, from the apex of the Caucasian ladder to the depths of the pale trash heap; but all of us were white. […]

Snow Days

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Many of us that live in rural areas of the Heartland suffer somewhat during heavy winter snowfalls. Unlike city dwellers, three inches of the white stuff usually doesn’t make us gnash our teeth and rend our flesh – we’re not civilized enough. Eight to 10 inches of it, however, can be inconvenient. When that […]

Stop, Or I’ll…I’ll

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Back in the days when I was a cop, my least favorite thing to do was writing traffic tickets, but, as a rookie waiting assignment to a real shift while languishing on the day trick, I was often forced into generating a little revenue for the city. Not that we had quotas – we […]

Home for Christmas

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About 10 years ago, for the first time in quite a while, I went home for Christmas. Well, that’s not exactly true. Home is where my wife and I live. I returned to where I spent my childhood, where I walked the river, hunted pheasants, stalked the elusive catfish, sledded on snow, skated on […]

The Tie Tac

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Christmas Eve. From the time I was a young child until my late 20s, I spent it at my favorite Aunt and Uncle’s farm. My Aunt Myrna and Uncle Wayne, their son Gayle and his family, my grandparents, my mother and stepfather, me, and in later times, my wife, all gathered every year. Entering […]

Bethany

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Her name is Bethany and she is a niece of a friend. I first met the young woman when she was about 8 years old – a loud, angular, elbowy girl. She was below average in looks, not superior in intellect, and seemed to have trouble relating to adults. She and I were not […]

Four Lodges

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His full name was “He-Who-is-Called-Four-Lodges-Are-His”. Over two decades ago, my wife and I spent many hours in his company during a four or five year period. We called him Four-Lodges or Grandfather, a term of respect – not relativity. He was an American Indian of the Sioux Nation and why he chose to spend […]

Marthanetics

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Ah, yes – the holiday season. Most retailers and some consumers believe it starts in mid-September and continues through January 15. We are besieged by The Great Pumpkin, regaled with stories of The Pilgrims, who were, incidentally, not The Pilgrims but only pilgrims, beaten over the head by the Jolly Old Elf […]

The Hunt

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Amos Beals was an immense man, at least to my little kid eyes. Distantly related to my grandfather, Amos lived out in the country on a hardscrabble farm and was perpetually clothed in a railroad engineer’s cap, bib overalls – or “biblicals” as he called them – and brogan shoes. A shirt was optional, […]

Gung Ho

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Don Brook wore his time in the Marine Corps like a gold medallion around his neck. Ten years after he left the armed services, Paris Island’s scent was still fresh in his nostrils. While Brook had never actually seen combat and had been in “The Corps” only a few months, discharged because of the […]

Unidentified Flying What

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When I was a lad, kite flying was popular among me and my peers – a ragtag crew of Cub Scout, river-rat little leaguers. In those days, one could not journey to the local mart and purchase some exotic piece of airborne art for a few bucks. Oh, no. The best we could manage […]

Midimist

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Please excuse the arrangement of verbiage in this piece. I have an idea how I’d like it to end, but no real concept of how to get there and will ramble, I’m afraid. I ask your patience as I free-associate a bit. Relax. It shouldn’t take too long.

Mark Twain once commented that some […]