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 LewisGlory 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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Door to Door

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I stopped by to visit the young woman I was dating and found her sitting on the couch with a dejected look on her face. She was just 20, fresh out of Medical Secretary School, and had moved to the city to take a job at a local doctor’s clinic. She looked at […]

The Ghost Who Walks

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He wore black horned-rimmed classes, a subtle smile, and a deeply bent sense of humor. His name was Dan Rhineholt, and he and I were cops on the same department. Dan had been a deputy sheriff in my county for over a year, but had transferred to our city department out of boredom with […]

Boom!

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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 […]

Silver Pigeon

Invincibility Lost

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Way back in 1962 when I was but a slip of a lad, I became the proud owner of a Rockford Holiday 76 Silver Pigeon motor scooter. The over-$200 price tag was a bit daunting, but I had been working since I was 8 or 9 years old, and acquired […]

The Principal of Fighting

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Theo Vitali was a wild man. Greek and Italian, his passions ran nearly as high as his blood pressure. He was a screamer, a thrower, a man so driven that, while he was the high school football coach in my hometown, we lost only two games in 6 years. In the noisy and crowded […]

Green Beret

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I am a member of the Vietnam generation, a survivor of the draft, Johnson, Nixon, Bundy, and MacNamara’s band. I didn’t go to Vietnam. My service consisted of only one and a half days in the military – expelled from uniform because of a knee ailment common to growing young men – but I […]

Blanche

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In the 1950s, the southern portions of Illinois were often much farther south than a map might indicate. The pace of life in many of its parts was slower and more elemental than among the northern tribes, and a trip to that area could not only transport the traveler much farther south than he […]

Wildlife

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I live in the country off a less than satisfactory gravel road. Those facts make it very foolish to open any windows on the north, south, or west side of the house during warm weather, unless I develop a cavalier attitude toward dust. On an average summer day, an open living room window coupled […]

Old Joe

Hoofbeats in the Fog http://heartlandmemories.com/bits/OldJoe.mp3

It was damp, it was foggy, it was chilly, it was perfect. My wife and I crunched our way across the gravel parking lot of the Jock’s kitchen heading for the racetrack. It was barely dawn, and we’d just had breakfast with LaVette Drummond, a 40-year old Louisianan, who looked […]