The Story of Mom

The story of mom: many have asked for the scoop on mom's role at the Casa; I've been saving it for today,  28 years of putting up with dad's shenanigans... simply put, if there was no story of mom, there would be no story of Charlie... 28 years ago, Dad was "encouraged" to go to North Carolina to separate himself from some bad influences that were destroying his life; unfortunately at the time, he fell…

The Ten Commandments of Charlie Bravo

Thou shalt have no other dogs before me. Thou shalt not closeth the bathroom door. Thou shall not utter the "G" word in vain (go?) Be not miserly with the belly rubs, yea, continue on until I hearken "enough!" Thou shalt not feign sleep when I would rise, neither shalt thou rise when I would slumber. Thou shalt not replace carpet with wood flooring, as scooting without friction is merely smearing. Thou shalt not commit…

Today is the first day to the rest of your life…

We are now broadcasting live from thecharliebravostory.com command post, buried deep beneath the foundation of the Casa del Whackos, impervious to enemy fire, telemarketers, and even those white- shirted door to door dastardly duos on bikes. For those that say that we have lost our way and seen our best days as a nation, that there is no hope for the youth of today, I would say that these people have not met the the young…
The Charlie Bravo Story

My Story Begins Here…

Dad here. On a cold, raw day in January, my son Zach and I were making a high speed pass through a rural area east of Little Rock when we spotted a dog crate partially hidden in the weeds beside the road. Something – or Someone – made us stop and check the crate. What we found was beyond horrible... A full sized dog reduced to a ragged, scabby skeleton, smelling so strongly of death…
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