Tag Archives: Coroner Story

This call came in the late fall. Darkness would come soon. So, I set out before finishing my dinner with the girls. Martha would care for them. Light will fade. The sheriff’s dispatch lady said there was a dead body … Continue reading →

It’s not that I have anything against mobile homes. Folks gotta have a place to live. But I’ve had some bad experiences in mobile home parks as the county coroner. Is it the nearness to poverty? Is it the thin … Continue reading →

Earl is trying to talk me into seeing this as an accident. “See, he could have pulled the shotgun this way by the muzzle across the seat. With the truck canted over on the slope like that it would be … Continue reading →

This call came right after dinner. Martha would wrangle the little girls to bed, I could go do the coroner business and keep being a doctor in the morning. I was chipper. I didn’t have to go far. It was … Continue reading →

I was starting one of my usual working days, seeing patients as a family physician.  I got a call from the sheriff’s office early in the morning.  I was interrupted from seeing a physical to come out and talk to … Continue reading →

Apartments full of sleeping students Draped with white sheets of snow Over the old apple orchard knoll Where he shot himself some years ago. He sat on an old apple tree stump. Facing south, there was no sun only cloud. … Continue reading →

This is one that I’m sure would’ve had a different ending if it was on a TV show.  Not enough drama in the truth.  They gotta give you a wrapped up bad guy, led away with someone, some detective giving … Continue reading →

I often seek solitude, but it’s always temporary. I lived very isolated for a couple years and I got a clear sense what it was doing to my psyche. So, I jumped back into the world. But I still tend … Continue reading →

The Never-ending Story See if you can tell where this begins.  Or if it ends.  I’m finally telling it because a young man asked me for a good story at the dinner table the other night.  To end a wonderful … Continue reading →

She was found by the road. And so, I was called. It can be foggy after a rain in the spring. The wheat loves the rain that rolls in from the ocean two hundred miles west. We get good rain … Continue reading →