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…
Propaganda
Dad here; another Sunday morning at the Casa. The rest of the inmates are wandering around doing whatever the inmates do when they're not annoying me, and Charlie's feeling a…
Happy Moms Day
Dad here; most guys bring home flowers, candy, or some other frou frou nonsense for Mother's Day; I bring home hay and donkey treats from the Farmer's Coop. Wait, wait,…
Titus Pullo
Yo; I'm Titus Pullo. You, know, THAT Titus. Dad named me after the good natured but deadly centurion, one of only two soldiers mentioned by Julius Caesar in his memoirs.…
A little hope
A little hope, even hopeless hope, never hurt anybody.-John Steinbeck, The Winter of Our Discontent Most followers of this page know the Message of the Crate; how Charlie was found…
To lick or not to lick
Dad here; even though it's officially Charlie Bravo Day, I feel the overwhelming need to present a very sensitive and serious topic: face licking at the Casa. I know, I…
