The Charlie Bravo Story

The Two Garys

Dad here; many dreams were unknowingly conceived that dreary, raw, day back in January when we discovered Charlie's crate. Many of them you know about: the sidecar, the motorcycle travel, the first book, but most importantly, providing her a pulpit to spread her message, the story of the crate. As she will be quick to remind me, she tells it much better than I do, but most of you have heard it enough times to…
Self Discovery

Roadblocks

Dad here... things had turned rancid and stagnant at the old work place and I was longing for a change when I wrote the following words three years ago today: "I've been driving the same route to work for 18 years, but due to extensive construction to I530, I've chosen to take a much longer winding route through the river bottoms every morning; sure it's a longer, more solitary path, but I see things every…

Damaged Goods, part II

Dad woke this morning to the smell of Marco's funky breath demanding to be let outside. I'm not saying that he has "bad" breath, per se, just "different", different enough that it causes one to wonder which pole of Marco one has discovered, the north or the south. The result is the same, with mom mumbling at dad to go let the inmates out before accidents start occurring, and dad trudging down the hall like…
The Charlie Bravo Story

Time to roll

Yo, dad... What's up, Charlie? Check out mom's side of the bed; remember how smug she used to be when she didn't have to share her space with us inmates? Look at her now, having to share that pristine wilderness with Ajax, Marco, and Mia. Now you and I have the western provinces all to ourselves! Don't act like you're doing me any favors, Charles; sleeping with you is like sleeping with ten dogs. Whether…
Motorcycle Touring

Full Circle

Dad here; thunder rattles the windows of the Casa, but the inmates pay it no heed; rain has been long in coming and besides, it's Sunday morning. Mom has long since fled to another room with Ajax and Marco in her wake in an attempt to escape the expanding black flood that is Charlie sprawled across the bed. Echo and Mia have refused the mandatory evacuation orders to go outside, so everyone is hunkered down…
Self Discovery

The Owl

Dad here; early Wednesday AM at the Casa finds me wide awake at the results of one of the two greatest alarm clocks ever invented. Nothing will cause human to levitate from an advanced stage of REM like the sound of a dog yarking; thankfully, this was not the case today, just a frantic mass of cold noses and darting tongues. Of course, I'm thinking that they need to be immediately let out lest we…
Friends of Charlie Bravo

Head Games

Another uneventful Charlie Bravo Day dawns bright and early at the Casa del Whackos, except this sunrise finds dad and I banished to the spare twin bed in Zach's old room. It seems that Ajax is an exceptionally vivid dreamer, and evidently had an episode last night where he was proudly claiming property rights to anything in his vicinity by marking his territory, if you know what I'm saying. Unfortunatly, dad's physique resembling that of…
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