Neanderpundit

Today at the range, I brought my closest friend, his brother, and his brother’s son, to the range.

Partner’s brother, (left) Partner(center) and Partner’s nephew (right).

The brother and the nephew are newbies, and I’ve had the pleasure of accompanying them both for their first range visits. The brother is now working on HIS collection, and already has two pistols of which I’m jealous; his son had enough fun shooting that when we suggested a trip Friday, he said “PLEASE” for perhaps the first time in his life.

Side note: the kid has been known to be a malingerer and ne’er do well for a while, but at the range, he LISTENED, he did as he was TOLD, he acted with perfect range ettiquette, and obeyed all the rules. Even his father was surprised. May be hope for the boy yet.

Much splodey goodness. Shot the 45. The 45 Colt. The K31. The Winchester. Partner’s new Smith & Wesson 1911. Partner’s new Henry Yellow Boy 22 lever (droooooool) Partner’s brother’s new Browning 380 ACP. (drooool)

Spent. Tired. Happy. Sleep now. Clean guns in morning. More news then.

Second night in the same chain, different hotel,. kids in adjacent room kept me awake until TWO.

And then at THREE, the GODDAMNED FIRE ALARM WENT OFF.

I hit the alarm clock. I picked up the phone, I wandered naked around the room screaming “WHAT IS THAT NOISE AND HOW DO I MAKE IT STOP”

I witnessed about forty people milling around in the parking lot half naked. THe alarm went off. I went back to bed. Missed or slept through my wake up call. And went to work three hours late, so I ended up staying three hours late to get the job done.

Driving through the dead center of Indiana, brown grass, no leaves.. all pretty depressing. Fall usually puts a dread sort of melancholy on me, but early spring, before any green rears its head, well, that’s just depressing. Driving through Indy, thinking of Tam and Roberta and Nathan nearby, and thinking of possibly getting together with them and shooting, cheered me up some, but I didn’t feel whole until I pulled in the garage and saw the Oglet waiting for me at the kitchen door.

Good to be back. Good to get out, visit friends, etc. but good to be home.