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…
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…
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…
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 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…
Happy Charlie Bravo Day!
The strange "coincidences" that have marked my life seem to keep coming so fast that I can't keep up unless I were to post every day. New people are becoming…
Pekudei
It’s incredible what you will hear if you take time to listen; recently dad and I were coming through the Ozark mountains late at night. Up there, cell coverage is…
