No worries, we still have tomorrow
A few months back, dad lost a good friend and incredibly positive person to a freak non-vehicular accident. In this post, I'll just call him "Kevin", particularly because that just…
What do you live for?
I live to tell the story The story of the crate That no matter where you're trapped in life It never is too late Now the ties that used to…
Skinny Minnie
Dad and I took a break from the tension and unleashed the Charkstream for a dusky ride last night. A full moon was floating over the trees as we carved…
Armegeddon
Breaking news at the Casa; peace accords have failed, and Armageddon has officially begun. At 0530 CST, the DMZ was broached by the Red Army(Mia), and an invasion took place…
A Day of Remembrance
Dad here; late Sunday morning at the Casa, and no one shows any inclination towards rising and shining. It has finally turned a bit nipply on Arkansas, just in time…
The Two Garys
Dad here; many dreams were unknowingly conceived that dreary, raw, day back in January when we discovered Charlie's crate. Many of them you know about: the sidecar, the motorcycle travel,…
Damaged Goods, part II
Dad woke this morning to the smell of Marco's funky breath demanding to be let outside. I'm not saying that he has "bad" breath, per se, just "different", different enough…
