Category: Columns

“I can’t stand winter,” said Herb Collins, who had dropped in at the Mule Barn’s philosophy counter for a quick cup. “There’s nothing to do.” “Get out and enjoy it,” suggested Doc. “Go skiing. Go ice fishing. Build a snowman. Do...

There is a nighttime sweetness and hope that hovers over us this time of year here at home. This is a time for summing up and looking ahead … and a time for dreams. And at night… ah, that’s the time, isn’t it? Outside it’s dark,...

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...