Category: Columns

The morning conference began innocently enough, with Steve and Doc arguing over which of the little packaged jellies went better on sourdough toast, and no one caring which one was right. Dud and Bert and I sat silently, sucking...

It had been a very long time since I explored the contents of the two wooden cheese boxes, one slightly larger than the other. Where they came from, I don’t know. I assume they once held very large blocks of round cheese. They...

The sign in front of the gas station says “Unleaded, 2.39, special on Colt .357 Magnum, six-inch barrel.” Visitors here in the valley do a double take when they see Vince’s sign there at what we all know as “the gas station gun...

  It’s fall, and time once again for the Chipper Invitational Golf Tournament here in the valley. You remember Chipper, Doc’s imaginary squirrel? The one who was imaginarily squirrel-napped? Doc named the annual golf tournament...

  “This whole election process just doesn’t work for me,” Dud said, sipping his coffee. “There’s no way we can tell who is best for the job.” Doc, being the senior member of the Mule Barn truck stop’s world dilemma think tank,...