Wanna hear a cool story that involves UFOs? In the years prior to Charlie and I finding each other, I took numerous solo motorcycle trips out west. These pilgrimages usually started out looping up into Colorado, across the Rockies and then over the Lasals and into Utah. A quick dip into the northeastern tip of Arizona would set me up for the last leg of the loop, the promised land of northern New Mexico. Because…

We just stopped at an elitist truck stop in eastern Oklahoma; how do I know that it was "elitist"? The pretentious sign flashing above the entrance: "check out our collection of fine wines". And I promise that I am not making this up. Before entering such a posh establishment, I felt like I needed to inquire as to their sport coat and tie policy before going inside for my daily ration of health food, which…

Happy Charlie Bravo Day! Well, we're back at the Casa... it was a whirlwind trip; five days from Arkansas to Colorado and back. It was primarily a pilgrimage to Red Rocks to see Joe Bonamossa, but it was also a chance for Mom to experience some of the places that Charlie and I have discovered on our motorcycle trips out west. But when you cram that many miles into that short of a time frame,…

Dad here; another Sunday morning that the inmates continue to use their passive aggressiveness to exhibit their total dominance of the Casa. First, they want out. But they expect me to wait at the back door until they finish doing whatever it is that they do that involves circling the exact same spot for an eternity, then going elsewhere to drain the plumbing. Well, that's not going to happen; I know this because I consulted…

The hummingbirds are here And so I fill another feeder My friends, I'll say it clear I'm just a slave, was once a leader I used to live out on the road I traveled each and every highway That was then, but this is now I live in their flyway My sugar stores are running low But then again, too low to mention To finance feeding the feathered hordes, I've sold my blood without exception…

2019; it was the best of times and the worst of times. At 57 years old, I was ignobly sacked from a very well paying job and all it’s comforting benefits including a car allowance and the freedom to continue Charlie Bravo’s mantra “service every need as it arises and you will find your ministry”. It was also a soul sucking job without direction or purpose that I absolutely hated, one that not only required…

Roll back the curtain of memory now and then... Not too long after we found Charlie back in 2015, I spotted another abandoned dog out in the same remote area. But this dog was snow white and exceedingly skittish, massive dog ticks hanging from her neck like grey medallions; I tried for two weeks to win her trust, and it was exhausting and heart breaking. She wouldn't let me near her, but then I would…