Dad’s Home
Yo, Charlie... Yo, Dad! I'm glad you're home. Me, too, Charles; it was a wild one. If you had known things were going to turn out the way they did,…
The Road Home
Tomorrow, we turn towards the east and home. Wait a minute; there is no "we". For the first time in recent memory, I will be riding solo, and it don't…
The Day After
John Brown Canyon, Utah After a very bizarre day spent burying Nama and re-ordering my steps in Gateway, I decided that retreat is not a direction. I headed west up…
Pressure
Heavy storms rolled through Arkansas last night; while most of the potentially damaging weather skirted to the north the Casa, the loud thunder and heavy rain are just beginning to…
Decisions
It had been six months since I had been on the bicycle; it wasn't planned that way, the time just seemed to sneak up on me. It started with the…
The Rise of Bassa
"Get a cat", they said. "It will be good for the Casa", they said. Well, whoever "they" are, they lied. I have found out the a sassy adolescent kitty is…
Changing of the Guard
There's battle lines being drawn Nobody's right if everybody's wrong There is a shift in the power dynamics at the Casa. First, we have the OG crowd consisting of Charlie,…
