Heartland Memories from David Lewis

Telling and Dwelling http://heartlandmemories.com/bits/Memories.mp3

I watched a movie the other night called “Doc Hollywood” and enjoyed it a great deal for the fifth or sixth time. No guns, no standoffs, no raging mutant android cross-dressing Cyclops stalking the countryside – just a young, hotshot surgeon trapped for a time in small-town America.

Musing after the […]

Can You Canoe? http://heartlandmemories.com/bits/FloatYourBoat.mp3

Mammoth Spring, Arkansas is a small community near the Missouri state line. Ozark-outbackian in nature, it has two claims to fame. Number one, it is rumored to have been approached, many years ago, by entrepreneurs looking for a country site on which to launch a new venture in the music industry […]

Love’s Illusions I recall http://heartlandmemories.com/bits/Unrequited.mp3

She was a vision. Petite, with dark brown hair in a pageboy cut, her gentle rippling laugh flitted on the wind like a butterfly, its fragile wings caressing all who heard it with tender purpose. Arching brows highlighted dark eyes that could delight or accuse in the same glance; eyes […]

Attitude In Red http://heartlandmemories.com/bits/ElRojo.mp3

His name was “El Rojo”. He was a rooster. I got him from Jeremiah Mavis when I lived in “Almost Arkansas”, Missouri. Jeremiah Mavis was an Arkansas Ridge Runner. Big, raw-boned, and redheaded, he was of hearty Ozark stock. His biggest claim to fame were his wife’s newly-installed breasts and a […]