Heartland Memories from David Lewis

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In 1975, my wife and I moved from a small cosmopolitan city to almost-Arkansas, Missouri. In some ways it was de-evolution, and that’s not necessarily a bad thing. From Greek bakeries, Jewish delis, jazz concerts, and Broadway quality theatre, we came to Myrtle’s Eats, grabbing suckers, Porter Wagoner, and drive-in movies. Being […]

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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 me […]

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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 […]

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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 […]