Let's go back to the beginning for just a bit, shall we? We can do the Cliff notes if you prefer: a recent motorcycle incident had left me severely injured with a colostomy bag, an open abdominal scar and an empty bank account as constant reminders of my personal position in life. I remember the cold, rainy day in January, sitting on the couch in horror as my stoma was spitting out nuggets from my…

Like many, I had been conditioned to fear what I didn't understand. The media lives and dies by its ability to find a scapegoat to keep us in fear, and one of its favorites is the pit bull. When I found Charlie, I was alarmed to discover she was part pit, but we decided to deal with it instead of flee from it, and here we are. Then came Stevie Mae, followed by Claire Bear,…

Since Dad was in the Zuckerberg gulag yesterday, he couldn't couldn't post the following “A father acts on behalf of his children by working, providing, intervening, struggling, and suffering for them. In so doing, he really stands in their place. He is not an isolated individual, but incorporates the selves of several people in his own self." Happy Father's Day! Or am I even allowed to say that in this age of "toxic masculinity"? Or…

Since Dad was in the Zuckerberg gulag yesterday, he couldn't couldn't post the following “A father acts on behalf of his children by working, providing, intervening, struggling, and suffering for them. In so doing, he really stands in their place. He is not an isolated individual, but incorporates the selves of several people in his own self." Happy Father's Day! Or am I even allowed to say that in this age of "toxic masculinity"? Or…

I'm waiting... In this cold cell When the bell begins to chime Reflecting, on my clackers And I haven't got much time At 8 o'clock they'll take take me to the gallows pole the sands of time for my balls are running low... They're hanging low... When the vet comes to read me the last rites I take a look through the bars to see the last sights Of a line of dogs that are…

Dad here; Sunday morning at the Casa. Mom bought new sheets for the kingsize yesterday, and as always, the inmates assumed the purchase was for their exclusive benefit. I'll be heading back west soon, but this time solo, as it's going to be an arduous journey. I've been asked to carry Marty's ashes to somewhere high in the Rockies, and the passes are still socked in with snow, but they should be clearing a bit…

Why we ride, part #1 This is one of my favorite motorcycle experiences. Craig, Zach and I were heading back up to base camp along the Million Dollar Highway in Colorado when this Navajo girl jumped out in front of our motorcycles. It turns out that she and three of her friends were on their way home from a Rob Zombie concert when their car gave up the ghost atop Red Mountain Pass. This is…