Mike’s Depression Slowly climbing the big grade the next morning up to the Mount Hood Summit, Mike grabbed another gear, allowing his thirty tons of precious hay to inch closer to his destination near Seattle. He was up early that morning putting together his...
You Know Me Too Well “Mom, can I go with Shirley on Thursday to the Grange Hall for the 4-H meeting?” I enthusiastically asked as I bounced down the front porch stairs. “Sure. That’s going to be a great opportunity for you. How are you doing with Miya?” Mom asked as...
Mike is Glad to be Home Mike Chapman’s routine trip to that dairy in Washington became more bearable. Mike had had shared with me, “It was usually a lonely trip back to Alfalfa, but I was really looking forward to getting back home. I wanted to apologize to your...
Mike’s Passion Rekindled I went to the ‘barn’ early morning… “Hi Miya. How are you? Eating all your food and drinking your water? Good girl. I see that Mike is home. When I get done here, I’m gonna run over there and see if I can get some tools for...
