Desert wind
Sunday morning at the Casa, and for once in a long while, the rain is gone. Dad and I had defected to the twin bed in Zach's old room, only…
Why I ride
Dad wonders how I know, but I know; he thinks it might be the difference between khakis and kevlar, or shoelaces and velcro, but that's not it. It's not what…
Cancer
Dad here; after a few warm days at the Casa, winter has returned with a vengeance, causing the canines to refuse to leave the cozy confines of the bed. Of…
The Marcoterrorist
The darkest hour is always just before dawn, but even through the inky blackness, we can detect movement along the perimeter. The Marcoterrorist is up to his usual tactics, using…
Vagabonding
It's Charlie Bravo Day Eve at the Casa del Whackos, and Charlie's in one of her moods. On certain nights, she decides that she wants to start the night alone…
Are you not entertained?
Are you not entertained? Typical Sunday night at the Casa del Whackos; I'm worn out from a long motorcycle ride and sprawled out on the couch with Ajax, and all…
Four years done gone…
Dad here; I need to be getting ready for that four-letter word known as work, as it is Charlie Bravo Day and as such, Charlie should be doing the post…
