Schiller Woods
Memories of Schiller Woods occupy a dark dusty corner of my mind and probably always will. Schiller Woods (hereafter simply “Schiller”) was a place I visited often during a brief period of my high school years, each time with my friend Dan (I am absolutely leaving his last name out of this). Dan and I frequented Schiller for no reason other than boredom. We explored the woods and were drawn by the eerie myths surrounding the preserve. The goal was to have fun but our experiences were seldom positive; if I were a superstitious man I’d convince myself that the cool, dark woods were haunted by evil spirits who wanted nothing more than to see us leave and never return. Initially, I became familiar with Schiller through Dan’s involvement in the model aircraft community - a harmless affair. Dan was an ingenious kid who could build pretty much anything, including his model planes. And Schiller boasts a large flat field for such activities. ...