Author: Dad

O430, and all is well... I'm in my preferred spot, the navigator seat in the Minivan Gogh, and we're heading west. Dad is executing his usual duties as pilot, and…

Idaho is a loooong state; we started south approximately twenty miles south of the Canadian border with no particular destination in mind but "down". But there is no down in…

Whassup, Ajax? Mom's gone! Alex called, seems to have locked herself out of her apartment getting ready for work, and mom took off over there with her lock-picking skills to…

Anesthesia: the aftermath My Achilles rupture happened just a couple of weeks before bow season opened in Arkansas. Back in those days, I was as fanatical about archery as I…

I would love to delete the following post and move on, but I although I have the right to be silent, I lack the ability. Here is the unedited content…

I had a name. Sometimes it was on my collar, sometimes embedded in a microchip, but more often than not, any reference to my identity has been removed; not to…

Dad here; its been two weeks since the accident, and span seems like an eternity for someone who desperately needs to be figuring out what comes next, but the revolving…