Malachi, our red Doberman Pinscher, is dying. While we were driving home from Albuquerque, somewhere in the Lamesa, Texas area, Mom called us and told us that she couldn’t find Malachi. She said he had been missing since Thursday afternoon, and that she had forgotten to tell us the last time she called. Dad told…

Here we are again. Yesterday afternoon, we were told that this was not the place that they wanted the compressor–they want it delivered to a place in Los Angeles proper. Worried about what might happen to the machine at the hotel, we decided to leave it here overnight and had it taken out of the…

A Trip to Santa Ana, California The location of this entry will no doubt come as a surprise for those who have read this account with no previous introduction; indeed, I think it would be fair to say that it came a quite a surprise to me. Dad recently finished a compressor that he had…