Breaking news at the Casa; peace accords have failed, and Armageddon has officially begun. At 0530 CST, the DMZ was broached by the Red Army(Mia), and an invasion took place of the ancestral lands of two small third world countries(Ajax and Marco). The daunting army of the North(Charlie) lays in wait, marshalling her considerable forces should the battle migrate to her side of the bed. Immediate hostilities commence on the Peninsula of Dad in the…

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 for Halloween in a few days. The Latino culture has a holiday that also falls during this time, Día de los Muertos, or the Day of the Dead. On the surface, the Day of the Dead might appear to mirror Halloween, but the holidays are…

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, the first book, but most importantly, providing her a pulpit to spread her message, the story of the crate. As she will be quick to remind me, she tells it much better than I do, but most of you have heard it enough times to…

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? Look at her now, having to share that pristine wilderness with Ajax, Marco, and Mia. Now you and I have the western provinces all to ourselves! Don't act like you're doing me any favors, Charles; sleeping with you is like sleeping with ten dogs. Whether…