Heartland Memories from David Lewis

Planting the Seed http://heartlandmemories.com/bits/OnceUponATime.mp3

“Got a minute?” he asked.

I’d seen him around the area for the past few days. He was busy, landscaping mostly – installing water features, planting trees. He was a hard worker, and so old I couldn’t even guess at his age. It didn’t seem to affect him. He labored like […]

Playing God http://heartlandmemories.com/bits/CatholicFish.mp3

A young woman and I were visiting the other day and she confessed to me that she was a Catholic. While I subscribe to no particular religion myself, I certainly begrudge no one else his or her faith, but she seemed apologetic at her confession, saying that she wasn’t even sure if […]

http://heartlandmemories.com/bits/StrangerInAStrangeLand.mp3

When I was a child, racial tension in my small hometown did not exist. There was no them, only us. Everybody was white. The caste system was in effect, to be sure, from the apex of the Caucasian ladder to the depths of the pale trash heap; but all of us were white. The […]

http://heartlandmemories.com/bits/Midimist.mp3

Please excuse the arrangement of verbiage in this piece. I have an idea how I’d like it to end, but no real concept of how to get there and will ramble, I’m afraid. I ask your patience as I free-associate a bit. Relax. It shouldn’t take too long.

Mark Twain once commented that some […]