Dr. Bill Stork

The Oxford Comma (and other pertinent affairs of the heart) By Bill Stork, DVM Throughout history journalists like Edgar R. Murrow, and in my time Walter Cronkite, were cultural icons. I had very little understanding of what was going on, but would not sit down to supper until Mr. Cronkite had summarized the chaos in Vietnam and signed off the CBS evening news "…and that’s the way it is.” When he gave his final sign-off in 1981, I was 16. The void is as deep and wide as the f

You can’t handle the truth (aka John Humphries aka Lizard Head Cycling) By Bill Stork, DVM “Just outta curiosity, what the hell qualifies this, as a trail?” gasps Mike, through lips pursed tightly to drive every molecule of oxygen above 10,000 feet across his alveoli to his increasingly hypoxic blood. Framed by a snow-white, Hulk Hogan Fu Man Chu, you’re ten times more likely to hear a laugh like the back room of a bear cave come across the electrician’s lips, than anything r

You may already know, but the cover photo of "In Herriot's Shadow" is of the Haack farm. Ryan Haack holds a copy of the book, in the doorway of the same barn.

Rocky VII By Bill Stork, DVM "And there’s nothing short a’ dying, that’s half as lonesome as the sound, of the sleeping city sidewalk…" I sat close enough to Kristofferson to count the crow’s feet in his temples, as he winced to retrieve the next verse first written on a bar napkin 50 years ago, or for the pain. The cracked leather of his boots belied the weather in his throaty off-key whisper. A founding father of the Holy Trinity of songwriters, he is known for his poetry a