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The Charcoal Sketch

D. E. Larsen, DVM The evening breeze felt good as our platoon staggered into the company street and lined up, hoping for a quick order to fall out. It was the start of our third week of basic training, and we had just returned from our trip to the rifle range. It had been aContinue reading “The Charcoal Sketch”

The Pup

D. E. Larsen, DVM I slid my chair back from the dinner table. It had been a long day at the clinic, and Sandy, who also got home late, had made tomato soup from the can and toasted cheese sandwiches. It was a quick and easy late dinner but adequate for us at this hour.Continue reading “The Pup”

A Leap of Faith, From the Archives

D. E. Larsen, DVM Preface: The summer following my sixth-grade year, Dana Watson and I thoroughly explored all the lands between Broadbent and Gaylord and over the hill to Yellow Creek. That covered a circular area of about 15 square miles. We climbed cliffs, traversed Neal Mountain, followed streams, and marveled at the engineering ofContinue reading “A Leap of Faith, From the Archives”