Wait for the morning
Dad here; life since Charlie Bravo has been a rollercoaster, albeit one without the benefit of safety belts to give a sense of security, or rails to give the car…
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…
Hope for the Hopeless 2.0
Mom here; Charlie and Dad are the storytellers; Mom is well… just Mom. The dowager queen,so to say, and I'm OK with this. I've never liked the spotlight; I work…
Time don’t wait for nobody
It just keeps moving on. It's been a crazy week, with enough tinder to spark a hundred posts, only to be capped off tonight by a follower of this page…
Hope for the Hopeless
Dad here; I have officially given up on all hope. Any glint of daylight that I could sense just over the horizon has been forever extinguished, and I must resign…
Who saved who?
Much has been said of the sacrifices and goodness of those that foster and adopt animals in need; in most cases, this is true, but here at the Casa del…
All that who lean are not off balance
Yesterday was one of those days in January that makes living in Arkansas in August worthwhile. While many motorcycle owners around the country winterize their steeds in preparation for a…
