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…
Time to roll
Yo, dad... What's up, Charlie? Check out mom's side of the bed; remember how smug she used to be when she didn't have to share her space with us inmates?…
Full Circle
Dad here; thunder rattles the windows of the Casa, but the inmates pay it no heed; rain has been long in coming and besides, it's Sunday morning. Mom has long…
Head Games
Another uneventful Charlie Bravo Day dawns bright and early at the Casa del Whackos, except this sunrise finds dad and I banished to the spare twin bed in Zach's old…
Physician, heel thyself
The ancient Chinese had a curse, "may you live in interesting times". It's days like these that make me want to retreat into a cocoon of denial, not just away…
