The rain came down in torrents all night and by morning Mill Run, the small river in front of my cabin, swells its banks full of muddy water, sticks and jetsam. The day opens slowly with coffee, a wander along the creek for me and my dog, Simba,
Downtown Mill Creek offers a diner/gas station, the ubiquitous Family Dollar Store, an IGA Grocery, Liggett Hardware, the Post Office, a bank and three churches with billboards out front. On the day I arrive into town, one church broadcasts a
