Yo, Dad! Whassup, MacDuff? Where are we going, and where are the other dogs? And why aren't we on the motorcycle? You really don't remember what day it is, do you? This is your "Gotcha" day; it was two years ago today that I found you down on the River Trail. I figured that you and I would take a little trip together back to the place we first met; you know, for old times…

It's been a little over two weeks since a tiny white puppy began to exert her dominance at the Casa del Whackos. Usually by this time, most of the previous inmates have had a chance to fill me in on their backstory: Charlie's life in her crate, Bull Taco's career as a drug runner for his familia's cartel, MacDuff's journeys in search of a name, and so on. But not Nama. I'm thinking that, at…

Yo; I’m Titus Pullo. You, know, THAT Titus. Dad named me after the good natured but deadly centurion, one of only two soldiers mentioned by Julius Caesar in his official memoirs. But Dad missed it on this one; he’s usually pretty ace on naming the inmates, but there’s not a martial bone in my body, Roman or otherwise. If he had looked past my formidable appearance and into the foggy recesses of my brain, he…

I've been thinking lately that I had better slow down a bit; you know, I'm not getting any younger, and the streets are getting scarier. Even thought about selling the two-wheeled CB500X, and spend more time with the dogs in the sidecar; three contact patches to the ground somehow seems safer than two. I even went as far as to take the Charkstream 2.0 off of the 500, even though MacDuff has such a good…

Paradigm shift As the Jude Bear spends every Tuesday at the Casa, often he will spend the night before as well; this is so he can sleep in if he feels the need. And to be totally honest, it gives me the chance to get some writing done before Hurricane Jude makes landfall. Yesterday morning, I heard him get up to go to the bathroom; that's odd, as usually he spends a inordinate amount of…

Dad here; Charlie has always been such a diva that anytime she hears a song she likes, she feels like she needs to re-write to be about her. She has done so many over the years that I'm thinking of compiling them all into a book; she has that many. When she started putting on a few extra pounds a few years ago, she heard "Fat Bottom Girls" by Queen, and just had to put…

Years ago, I had a dream; well, not really a dream, much more like a nightmare. In this dream, I found myself wandering freely about in an insane asylum straight out of the 1920's, or at least how I envision such a place; creeping kudzu covering the exterior walls, Linoleum floors curled by the smell of urine, flickering, underpowered, incandescent lights, and everywhere the mentally and physically afflicted. Some were shuffling about in a thorazine…