The Shape of things to come
Years ago when dad was a sprout, he went to church with a man who was ancient even back then; Brother Miller had a peculiar way of singing, almost shouting…
13 hours from the Casa…
13 hours from the Casa and still a LOT of story remaining to be told, but some stories need to be told now. As usual, we made one last stop…
The Bed Hog…
Dad got tired of my bed hogging antics, so he left me in the room and retreated to the relative safety of the predawn hot tub; I will have my…
The Road West Always Beckons
Sorry for the lack of updates, but dad has been dragging us so far out into the wilderness of Moab that cell coverage is a figment of fantasy; does this…
Go back to sleep, Charlie; I got this…
A few years back, I was on a journey looking for answers, and found myself in Colorado. I hooked up with my old buddy Kyle, who told me of a…
Today is the first day to the rest of your life…
We are now broadcasting live from thecharliebravostory.com command post, buried deep beneath the foundation of the Casa del Whackos, impervious to enemy fire, telemarketers, and even those white- shirted door to…
