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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…
The Charlie Bravo Story

Physician, heel thyself

The ancient Chinese had a curse, "may you live in interesting times". It's days like these that make me want to retreat into a cocoon of denial, not just away from the evil events, but more importantly, from the evil surmising that inevitably seems to accompany them. But then I realize that I have a mission to fulfil, and retreating is not an option. My mission? Nothing grandiose, just to show that there is an…
Dad

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changing of the guard

Dad here; this may be a short Sunday morning update, as the last week has consisted of many late nights, both good and bad, and lack of sleep is beginning to take its toll. First, the Charkstream. As most of you know by know, the combination of the CB1100 and the Charlie chariot has exceeded even our wildest dreams in all areas: performance, appearance, and unfortunately cost, but I have absolutely no regrets. This was…
The Charlie Bravo Story

The Charkstream

Surprise! I'm going to go ahead and post the Charlie Bravo Day post on Thursday night instead of Friday morning; a normal creature may view this a cheating, but I'm the Queen, and queens can't cheat. We just change the rules. Tomorrow is the both the end and the beginning of long journey that started when Zach and Dad found me in January 2014; two Honda CB motorcycles appearing out of the fog and rain.…
Self Discovery

Arise, take up thy bed and do something

Dad here; today, I was rushing through traffic towards my next call, when the dilapidated minivan in front of me rolled to a stop instead of accelerating through the green light just ahead. A person who looked like they might be having "one of those weeks", jumped out of the van and began trying to push it out of traffic and into the gas station on the corner; within seconds, a man had left his…

We have a dream

A year ago today, dad and I had been in Colorado for a week with mom and Max, and were heading across New Mexico, back towards the Casa and dad's unemployment. Since we first started posting concerning the concept of the crate, dad had always felt like the largest hypocrite on the planet, as he had his own crates: vacation time and a company car. Although my crate was made of plastic and steel and…
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The Horndog

Well, I guess everybody knows it by now; dad's selective social conscience, known as his sucker-bone, has struck again and there is a now a new inmate at the Casa del Whackos. Dad was told that this dog needed a hero, what he wasn't told was that he needed serious psychotherapy( the dog, not dad; wait, that's debatable... scratch that). Don Marco checked into the Casa a tiny mass of greasy hair and frail bones;…
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