CHARLIE MIKE

CHARLIE MIKE (C-M) means “Continue Mission” using the military phonetic alphabet. It is a command given to keep moving forward and complete the mission objective after an operational military unit experiences delay, obstacles, or adversity.  For veterans, it’s a call to continue service beyond the uniform.    I’ve posted many times over the years about my... Continue Reading →

Banner Elk with Tri-State CVMA Family

So many good things came out of my road trip last summer – gorgeous scenery, impactful history lessons, amazing riding (despite ever-present road construction), and most-importantly, human connections.  I’ve been incredibly fortunate that many of the interactions from my trip have resulted in continuing friendships, including from a chance encounter with fellow CVMA (Combat Veterans... Continue Reading →

Journey Through Hallowed Ground – Where America Happened

Cutting a 75-mile wide, 180-mile long path, extending from Gettysburg, PA to Monticello, VA, the Journey Through Hallowed Ground National Heritage Area covers “400 years of multicultural American heritage.”  According to the National Parks Conservation Association, this swath of land includes hundreds of African-American and Native-American Heritage Sites as well as battlefields and historic sites... Continue Reading →

East Coast Scenic Byways

I woke up and checked the weather on my phone.  Hmm, thunderstorms in the afternoon.  Whatever, I’m gonna check out a couple of scenic byways anyway.  If I get wet, I get wet.  Famous last words. . . Just a few miles from Annapolis, I crossed the Chesapeake Bay via the William Preston Lane, Jr.... Continue Reading →

The Watch Stands Relieved

When I was in the working rat-race, I used to think that attending big-life events like graduations, funerals, and retirements were somewhat of an inconvenience.  I mean, it’s gonna happen whether I’m in attendance or not, right?  But, age and a lot of time in my own head on a motorcycle, has helped me to... Continue Reading →

Home Sweet Houma

Mural in downtown Houma, LA “Who’s your family?”  I smile at the older man, leaning against a post under his camp at the end of Louisiana Hwy. 56, asking the question. “I’m a Daigle from Bayou Blue.”  I say my last name the way it is pronounced back home (dĕg, which sounds like leg) as... Continue Reading →

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