Dad's alarm just went off, just like it usually does on Monday at 0500, in a misguided notion that showing up at the office a bit early will allow him to "get the jump" on the week. But work always expands to fill the time allotted, that, and the ever increasing demands of today's corporate leeches ensures that a sense of fulfillment always seemed to be juuuust out of reach. But today is different, as…

I'd better grab the the opportunity to post when I can. Traveling with dad is an "unique" experience, and not for everyone; even the patience of mom is tested to the maximum, as he tends to start a trip like the whips of Satan's imps are driving him across the plains. Max and I are cool with it, as it usually means more opportunities to meet and hang out with like-minded travelers at our non-existent…

Tonight we ride We're heading west To the valleys and the mountains Where the eagle makes her nest And if our bones bleach in the desert We'll consider we are blessed Tonight we ride. Tonight we ride Towards a harvest moon Carving through the droning darkness From all evil imagining immune No preconceived hypotheses Mountain sage nor town buffoon Tonight we ride. Tonight we ride No need to fret We go where the wind takes…

When dad first became involved with Special Olympics, he thought he had a pretty good idea who "the least of these" was referring to. But as his exposure began grow, he began to consider: who REALLY is the least of these? Someone who is doing the very best they can with the hand they have been dealt, or someone who helps a bit now and then? And where did he gain the moral high ground…

Dad here; Charlie is refusing to be rousted this morning, and Max and Mia for once are showing solidarity, so this one is mine... I was out riding last night, my usual urban assault around Little Rock, and the thought of many of my friends and relatives who, due to age, or circumstances, no longer have the freedom to zip about at will. It made think forward to a day when I will be as…