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Down and Dirty
http://heartlandmemories.com/bits/AugustAfternoon.mp3 It was hot, heavy, and humid at about three o’clock on that August afternoon. The air was totally calm, the sky slightly hazy, and I crouched in the dust, sweat rolling in muddy trickles down the back of my neck, a mask held tightly to my face by straps over and around […]
Too Tall, Big Fall
http://heartlandmemories.com/bits/JackpineJolly.mp3 His name was Roger Brooks, but we just called him Jolly. We called him Jolly partially because of “Jolly Roger” and partially because the Jolly Green Giant was popular in those days and Jolly was a little over 6 feet 7 inches tall, and partially because everybody had nicknames in our […]
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 four-pound, […]
http://heartlandmemories.com/bits/Compassion.mp3
I’m sure many if not even most of you out there lay awake nights wondering why I choose to spend the vast majority of my time sequestered away from civilization in the company only of Digger the outstanding dog, Clancy the incredible dog, Grizz the irritating cat, and Laura the coveted wife. What could […]
http://heartlandmemories.com/bits/ThePoodleOnTheParkway.mp3
When I was a young man, I attended official cop school. Week after week, after week, after week, a select number of young valiants such as I were sequestered from the world, the victims of excessive indoctrination and instruction into the art and function of being police officers. An amazing […]
http://heartlandmemories.com/bits/TheWhiteRat.mp3
His name was Tim Koss, a Lieutenant of detectives when I was a rookie police officer. Koss was a tall, distinguished-looking man in the mode of Cary Grant or Stewart Granger, prone to monogrammed cardigan sweaters, subtle jewelry, and expensive footwear. There was a reserved elegance about him that women were drawn to and […]
http://heartlandmemories.com/bits/Boom!.mp3
In the midst of exquisitely brutal training to become a Navy Seal, a young man was asked why he persisted in the face of such agony. His reply? “Because I get to blow stuff up.” Ah, the fascination with making things go “boom”. Even in my advanced years, I have still been known to press my […]
Clipping and Flipping
http://heartlandmemories.com/bits/YardWork.mp3 There are those to whom mowing grass is a gas, but I find a lawn a yawn. Some feel that heaven is clipping a hedge, but I’d rather camp on a skyscraper’s ledge. Many find flowers their cup of tea, but a dandelion can get the best of me. It shouldn’t be that […]
http://heartlandmemories.com/bits/FireWhenReady.mp3
Bud Miller was born to lead. With 20 years service in the military, including the Korean War, when ex-Sergeant Miller retired and came home to our small town, he just couldn’t wait to get back in charge of something – and the Fire Department caught his eye. Our little volunteer fire department was housed […]
http://heartlandmemories.com/bits/FloodStage.mp3
The four of us – Ron, Eddie, Roy, and yours truly – stood a few yards downstream from Dam Four and looked at the river. In normal times, we would have been on a rock outcrop about 15 feet above its sleepy green translucent flow. In normal times, we would have looked […] |
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