The next time you start to say "I can't/shouldn't (insert your activity here), repeat after me: "What Would Peggy Do?" Dad and I attended an ADV motorcycle campout this weekend; this is where a bunch of usually middle aged riders get together to ride off road in remote areas, but usually the main focus of the occasion is making good natured but snarky fun of each other's choice of bikes. For those of you who…

I remember the day I first met you In the mountains full of rain and thick fog You stayed still and so quiet, until we reached home that night Then instantly became a new dog. You were there before all the others Through difficult times full of strife Many miles east and west, perched on the armrest Traveling together down the highway of life Your presence is still constant as always The memories will always…

Dad here; I apologize for the lack of response for your overwhelming offering of condolences, but it's been a somewhat of a blur.  Since the beginning of Charlie's story, I have made it a point to read and acknowledge every comment with at least a "like", as I figure  that's the very least I can do to acknowledge the fact that each of you took time to comment. The problem I'm having now is that…

I don't have it in me to be witty or creative right now, so I'll cut to the chase: Max is gone. Earlier tonight, I thought it odd that he wasn't glued to my side as he usually is, so I began checking the cars to make sure he hadn't stowed away; no luck. After checking the house, I looked out the back door and saw a pile of brown fur out in the back…

A full moon casts a long shadow, that of a lone figure with an impressive set of ears, as he stealthily makes his way towards the mighty Rio Grande. His nombre is El Zurdo, The Lefty, a moniker not taken but earned in a cantina brawl along the dry Chihuahuan desert; the other participants in the fracas earned no such names in the encounter. They're all dead. El Zurdo is on a mission to transport…

Some days the words flow as effortlessly as quicksilver, other days it's like my thoughts are trudging through a pool of cold molasses, this is one of those latter days. Never fear, all is well at the Casa; how could it be otherwise on Charlie Bravo Day, right?, but sometimes the cares of life can squelch even the most joyous of occasions, so I'll leave you with this instead. If you feel that you have…