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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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 […]

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 […]

Almost Arkansas

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Once upon a time I lived in Almost Arkansas, Missouri. In spite of how bizarre some southern Missouri towns are named, you will not find Almost Arkansas on any map, but it is there. I’ve seen it. Unlike the mythical “Lake Woebegon”, Almost Arkansas exists. Sid, a German shepherd who brought home his own […]

Not Again

No More Horsin’ Around http://heartlandmemories.com/bits/NotAgain.mp3

The year was 1969 and I was in the market for a horse. In horse shopping, “let the buyer beware” applies even more than when purchasing a used car, picking a mate, or renting John Wayne Gacy for a fun weekend. Sellers of horses, often kindly, almost Uncle-like gentlemen are […]

The Smell Will Tell

Here Kitty, Kitty http://heartlandmemories.com/bits/TheSmellWillTell.mp3

I never did understand why Steve Seymour wanted a skunk. When I was small, my Uncle Floyd had a skunk, de-scented, that lived in the house with him and his wife, Flo. It was a low-slung, black waddle with white stripes that would occasionally scuttle out from under the […]

Memories

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 […]

Age

When Will It End? http://heartlandmemories.com/bits/Age.mp3

I’m getting old. I know that I’m getting old – that’s no big secret – but I was reminded of that ugly fact recently when I realized that I need a computer monitor slightly larger than a picture window. The one I have just isn’t big enough anymore – or […]

Caesar

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Before this epic begins, I must warn you that this is a long bit – if you actually intend to pay attention, perhaps a cup of coffee is in order, or a sandwich…a big one.

“C’mon,” she said, “go with me. I’m gonna look at their new colt. Let’s take your bike.”

She […]