Neanderpundit

Mr Porretto is kind enough to mention me here; and mentions my yearning for simpler times.
He’s right, I often make that comment, to many people. And I’m certainly not the first to feel this way. I have mentioned here before how much I enjoy Alone in the Wilderness– and I’m going to have to break down and buy the damned disk someday. Also, anyone who has read the Foxfire Books may have read the story of Ben Ward. These are men I admire greatly, and if I could, I would follow their example. No, I’m not a luddite, nor do I want to be Amish, but I have a longing for that lifestyle. To drive a 1949 Ford pickup. And have a Tudor sedan in the garage And wear Bill’s Khakis and canvas coats, and listen to the radio.

Now, I’m not beyond making my life easier, so modern lubrticants, bearing steels, etc. will all be part of my repertoire, but the basics will be basic. Not because things were better then, because in many ways they weren’t. But they were simpler.

Off to Buffalo range for blastage.

The Reader, long bastion of postmodern hippie goofiness, has been sold

Typical of limousine liberals, the owners have been made millionaires, and are now bailing off to their eco-friendly mansions in the suburbs,. leaving the staff to fend for themselves.

Ordinarily I wouldn’t give a shit about unemployed hippies, but a dear friend of mine has been supplimenting her income doing work with the Reader for years. The widow’s mite she got for her work (she worked from home, she lives near Atlanta) will be sorely missed. Maybe the new overlords will keep her on, maybe not. One way or another, it’s going to change. Keep her in your prayers, she’s someone who could use a leg up.