Night moves
Why do these situations always seem to happen at night? When I was a sprout spending time on my grandparents cattle farm, you could bet money that if a cow…
The Passing of Ajax
Dad here; these are the hardest posts, where any wit or creativity is just a mouthful of ashes. I'm the dad at the Casa del Whackos, and dad's sometimes have…
The War of the Inmates
In the year of our Dog 2020, at the precise hour of unknown origin, the opening sorties commenced of what would be known as the War of the Seven Inmates.…
Preaching to the Choir
"It came to me this weekend that, as I get older, my personal relevance is in direct correlation to my willingness to serve others, especially those who can do nothing…
Cave Canem
When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies? We're hanging out in the Cave Canem, and gauging from the antics of the inmates, somebody done broke into granny's…
Russian Collision
Dad here; last night I heard a terrible sound, the herking yerk of a canine who had evidently indulged in too much of a bovine diet. Not wishing my foot…
The Claire returneth
2300 hours at the Casa del Whackos ; the single tendril of smoke from a single coal of sage streams upwards before disappearing into a spiraling curve. Mom and her…
