Much has happened in the last few days; too much to recount in one post, so we'll do the abbreviated version and flesh out each story in subsequent posts. As there are some potential big changes on the horizon, dad has been trying to fit another epic journey into the schedule; it seems that when you have time, you don't have money, and when you have money, you don't have time. After many plans fell…

About the current political/social debacle; The Chinese have a saying, "when it's not necessary to say a thing, it's necessary not to say it". I'll take it a step further; I don't know what to say, but I feel compelled to say it anyway. We have been on the road for the last few days, with plenty of great stories and experiences to relate, so stay tuned; the story of Emma and the Tunica Humane…

If I told you I was hungry Would you stop and get a can Road trips deserve the proper cuisine I knew you would understand Alpo, Old Roy, or Pedigree Whatever's on the EZ  Mart shelves The label's not important, it's the ingredients That produces the right sounds and the smells There's something in the air tonight I'll be floating lots of covers tonight Tonight Well, I remember(dad remembers, don't worry, worry, worry) How could…

The sun has only dared to challenge the fog five days out of the last forty five, and this morning is no different. I'm in my customary spot, wadded up against dad, and the rest of the dogs look like they have been dropped from the sky, sprawled in whatever position gravity left them when they hit the bed. Climate-wise, yesterday was much like the day dad and I met; cold, cloudy, the asphalt gooseslick…

Yesterday was one of those days that makes me glad to be from Arkansas: 72° in mid-January. Dad started making some noise about taking Miss Ellie for a spin, a plan which I quickly quashed using the power of my executive veto. I made my thoughts clear in favor of taking the motorcycle because A: it IS the motorcycle(like duh!), and B: if we take the car, Max will find a way to finagle his…