Thanksgiving
Unbeknownst to either of us, two years ago today two separate tragedies were working to bring dad and I together; mine was occurring due to a lifetime spent in the…
I’m with her
The Casa is not a political place, as by the very term, politics are divisive and we're all about inclusion. That's not to say we don't have strong opinions. I…
The Allegory of the Crate
How could they see anything but the shadows if they were never allowed to move their heads?” ― Plato, The Allegory of the Cave An old friend of dad's found…
The best of times
Life at the Casa is strange; last night I had exhausted myself by barking at the trick or treaters and had crashed on the living room floor. Mia sauntered into…
Bravissimo Rhapsody
Last Saturday, Miss Ellie took dad and I waaaaay up into the Ozarks to an ADV motorcycle rally; I'm pretty sure that this was the first time that dad went…
A quick post while we’re away…
Good morning from base camp Subaru! We're camped at the base of a deserted watchtower in the most remote reaches of the Ozarks mountains. The sun and the moon are…
Enough already!
Unemployment, social division, an election resembling a uncivil war, bad news peremeating the very atmosphere in which we live, a toxic stew every bit as vile as the crate from…
