The Pitts of Hell
Like many, I had been conditioned to fear what I didn't understand. The media lives and dies by its ability to find a scapegoat to keep us in fear, and…
Father’s Day
Since Dad was in the Zuckerberg gulag yesterday, he couldn't couldn't post the following “A father acts on behalf of his children by working, providing, intervening, struggling, and suffering for…
Happy Father’s Day
Since Dad was in the Zuckerberg gulag yesterday, he couldn't couldn't post the following “A father acts on behalf of his children by working, providing, intervening, struggling, and suffering for…
Stubb loses his clackers
I'm waiting... In this cold cell When the bell begins to chime Reflecting, on my clackers And I haven't got much time At 8 o'clock they'll take take me to…
Memories
Dad here; Sunday morning at the Casa. Mom bought new sheets for the kingsize yesterday, and as always, the inmates assumed the purchase was for their exclusive benefit. I'll be…
Why We Ride
Why we ride, part #1 This is one of my favorite motorcycle experiences. Craig, Zach and I were heading back up to base camp along the Million Dollar Highway in…
The Birds
The Casa del Whackos is truly going to the birds. As a result, Mom can no longer trusted to go unsupervised to the Flea Market, in addition to the Farmer's…
