Neanderpundit

Dragged the wife and the Oglet down to broad Ripple and had a nice afternoon with all the regulars. The Oglet was a bit bored, (think Haley Joel Osment: I Smell Old People!!!!) but she enjoyed lunch nonetheless.

Frank James brought sweet corn. The Ogwife parked it in the back of the truck, lest i eat it on the way home. If you’ve never walked through a field of fresh sweet corn, the smell of the corn is something that has to be smelled to be believed. It took a serious amount of self control to keep from shucking one and eating it there. Very nice of mr James to feed us all.

Wonderful to see all the bloggers again, too. Caleb wearing sunglasses; the temptation to shout “Hollywood!” was large. So easy to think of him as a teenager, when you remember he beat Massad Ayoob at Enhanced Service Revolver.

Always worth the trek to see everyone.

Managed to put three CB caps in one yesterday before he ended up in the great beyond. Wish the hell I had a can to use something a little more powerful.

At point blank, of course, I use the h&r top break. The little bastards will sit right on the terrace while I load the gun and open the window. Last one died with a mouthful of MY BEANS.