David Louis Heller Born Thursday, April 17, 1941 — PROLOG My magical childhood: In The Beginning The rest of the story begins here: Sunday, January 11, 1948 It’s a very gray day. I’m sitting alone in the back seat of a large gray sedan on the left side with my nose sometimes touching the […]
WORK IN PROGRESS,Content will change constantly until completion Spring had almost arrived, and the snow was melting and slowly receding, exposing random patches of wet brown mud, moss green tundra, and a spattering of hearty daisy-like flowers that had popped up overnight. It was then that Patches suddenly attacked and nipped King’s right hind leg. […]
Here I stand, just a man Looking out across this great expanse That hurls itself with herculean force against the smooth walls of the cliff. Here I stand, just a man Smaller than a grain of salt or a handful of ashes Watching in awe This timeless battle between land and sea
Super Duper was one notch above Piggly Wiggly, barely. Prominent in the center of the dilapidated shopping center, its Super Duper neon sign fizzled a red and blue beacon into the cold damp East Northport night. Inside the market, wasted neon lights cast a flickering and almost eerie pallor down across aisle after aisle of […]
A half dream-world where my consciousness is focused down the high beams and my subconscious is where coherent thoughts float to the surface and …”Jonesy, where the hell are we!!?” I almost slammed into the low rock wall on the left side of the road that was following the curves and twists of the winding stream.