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…

With apologies to Joe Walsh... My name is Charlie, I was trapped in a crate A victim of cruelty, indifference and hate two short guys on Hondas, arrived through the rain Released me from bondage, terror and pain. Now I'm queen of the Casa, Lady of the Bed I hog the whole thing, and sleep like I'm dead Dad does my bidding, that's how it should be I rupture his eardrums when I have to…

reset verb re·​set | \ (ˌ)rē-ˈset \ reset; resetting Definition of reset transitive verb 1: to set again 2: to change the reading of often to zero; reset an odometer Dad here; as I was prepping for this trip, I originally planned to take it alone via motorcycle. Although it will become obvious in future posts and podcast episodes what a mistake that would have been, I did agonize long and hard over what path…

Dad here: Charlie, MacDuff and I recently returned home from our blitzkrieg through the west. The trip was cut a bit short by my perceived sense of self importance; I was convinced that I was needed, so I galloped homeward like Don Quixote attacking the windmills only to find that I shouldn't have bothered. This was a mistake that will not be repeated: if on the road, stay on the road. But in the short…

"The day of "always starts with "the night before..." Settle in, as this one might be a tad long... Charlie, Max and I had planned to camp on Owl Creek Pass the night before, and maybe even get cleaned up in the creek. We were three days out, and I was in full Lazarus mode, as in "I stunketh". But it was not to be, as a huge storm rolled in and the temps plummeted;…