The Burrito

 D. E. Larsen, DVM The rain stopped as I turned off the highway onto Wiley Creek Road. I was disappointed that the twilight was fading fast. I would cross the creek at the falls where the old Wiley mill had been located. A short distance up the road, I turned onto the side road thatContinue reading “The Burrito”

Edith and Coco, from the Archives

D. E. Larsen, DVM Edith was an older lady who you would see walking down the street in Sweet Home daily. I don’t think she drove, but maybe she just preferred to walk. Her hair was always curled but not what you would call well kept. Some would call her petite, and I am sureContinue reading “Edith and Coco, from the Archives”

PeeWee, from the Archives

D. E. Larsen, DVM It was early Sunday morning when the phone rang. We were not out of bed yet. We didn’t have any firm plans for the day, but we had discussed going up the Calapooia River to swim. The weather had been warm and dry, and we wanted to take advantage of theContinue reading “PeeWee, from the Archives”