David S Harkins

Rookie (In The Fifties! / Baden, PA)

Biography of David S Harkins

I call myself 'TheStoryTeller' and I love to write and tell little sketches and vignettes about life in the fifties and beyond. I have attempted to write a few poems and I would hope that some of you would read them and comment.

I write about what I remember and what I know and what is dear to me. I now am living On the Edge at The Edge at 42nd Street.

Since I was born in the fifties, I am in my fifties and I do believe this gives me a perspective that most others do not have. What do you think?

David S Harkins's Works:

As of yet I am an unpublished author when it goes to books. My Dana Grace BraveHeart - Lady Knight short story was published in the Florida Health Partners Newsletter of winter 2003. It can be seen in either pdf or html by calling up 'david s harkins' on goodle or yahoo search.

On October 31,2005 I was elected Vice Chair of NAMI FL Consumer Council. I am very excited about this and look forward to serving in this capacity. Also over the Thanksgiving day weekend, I was privileged to be the Story Telling Santa Claus at the Holiday Fest at Historic Algiers Point in New Orleans, LA. This was a benefit to reopen their community library the Hubbel Library after the devastation of Katriana. I wrote my story Katrina, the Kitty that Could on Thanksgiving Day and it can be seen at BanyonPublishing.com

I am preparing to publish a children's picture book entitled 'The Adventures of Davey the River Pirate' this year (2006) . I may self publish so if you are interested in getting a copy one way or the other please write or email me or call me. My email address is dsh_dba_thestoryteller@yahoo.com and my address is 4200 E Fletcher Ave., Tampa, FL 33613; my phone number is 813.978.9636. Hope to hear from you soon.

Have a great day!


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Dad, I’ll always remember the times you went to the half-pint games,
And how you cheered me on, and on, and on;
So much pride we both imbued, as I crashed into bodies to maim;
After all these years I can hardly believe that you are gone.

The times we ate the wonderful dinners that you cooked,
The burned hot dogs in the oven always looked overcooked!
The time you let Al and I drive the Corvair to the church in Ft. Myers,
Even though it was leaking oil, quarts per hours.

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