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”