A Day of Remembrance
Dad here; late Sunday morning at the Casa, and no one shows any inclination towards rising and shining. It has finally turned a bit nipply on Arkansas, just in time…
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,…
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:…
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…
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?…
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…
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…
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