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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”

Meter Reader Mishap, From the Archives

D. E. Larsen, DVM “Dale is waiting on the phone for you,” Judy said. “He is the manager of PP&L.” I knew Dale from the Rotary Club, but I wasn’t aware that he had any animals. I put the little pup back in the kennel. Dale was lucky. Another few minutes, and we would haveContinue reading “Meter Reader Mishap, From the Archives”