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The Game, From the Archives

D. E. Larsen, DVM I held my 3 cards firmly and a little cupped, so the 3 aces were out of view to the other players and the crowd of half-dressed GIs watching the game. It was Saturday evening in mid-October, and a poker game was the best entertainment available to our platoon. We wereContinue reading “The Game, From the Archives”

The Old Man

D. E. Larsen, DVM I stopped at the mailbox and double-checked the box’s address against my call slip. This was the right place, but it really didn’t look like anybody was home, and it didn’t look like a place that had room for a cow. I pulled into the drive and waited a moment, hopingContinue reading “The Old Man”

You Can’t Get There From Here

D. E. Larsen, DVM It was finals week for Spring term at Oregon State University. I had been out of the Army for almost a year now. I never had to study much, but tomorrow I have a final exam in Physics. Courses requiring math made me do a little review. I was a whizContinue reading “You Can’t Get There From Here”