Neanderpundit

Shit, shit shit shit shit.

My gunsmith, and the guy from whom I learned more about guns than from any human, has finally retired. He’s sold his business.

I have one of his rifles- this one.

it is my pride and joy.

Harry is still doing gunsmithing, but on a smaller scale. And he’s no longer making barrels at all. I intend to visit him as soon as I can, now I’ve found this out.

Look, I imagine Harry would never have sold his business to anyone unless they were going to continue to make fine barrels- but the day of being able to buy a one of a kind rifle, lovingly created, rifled, chambered, fitted to the action, blued, and pillar bedded to an action, one rifle at a time, by one of the world’s old time fine gunsmiths- those days are gone. Forever. And they will never, ever return.

Damn.

Oh, for another McGowen rifle look here:

Son of a bitch.

I went out yesterday and voted.

In indiana, you have to declare your party to vote in the primary- but apparently you can re-declare each time.

So I went and voted in the primary, and then I went home, and scrubbed myself down with a bar of Lava soap, until my skin glowed. I haven’t felt that dirty in ages.

But I voted. Did you?

Fuck the comb.

Wife reminds me I didn’t get the daughter’s campaign stickers printed last night (she’s running for student council president) So I sprint off to the computer room where I pound out 72 small and 12 large self-adhesive full color glossy labels.

And then use the paper cutter to trim them into individual labels, because all I have are full sheets of label material.

And then I have to score the backs, because in cutting the full sheets not all the individual labels are crack&peel. Which you must do with a scalpel, the onlyu thing sharp enough with a smooth enough edge to cut through the backing and not the sticker itself. And i manage to get 71 and only mess one up and cut all the way through.

I still haven’t had my damned shower.

Then the wife shows me the notice about the “election party” which is after the normal school day, in the gym, and ends “Promptly at 4:00-5:30”

How the HELL can some4thing end promptly over the course fo an hour and a half?

This is the BEST school in the damned district. Good lord.