Neanderpundit

Ed Hering and Partner and I did the round of the local gunstores this morning; we went to the Ground Point funshow first but the line in the parking lot was so damned long we figured we’d freeze to death before we got in. So we went to Westforths and Cabelas and Blythes.

At Blythes Ed found a Ruger MKII commemorative edition- priced OK, with box but without extra magazine. He put his credit card on the counter before I could even haggle!!!!

Actually, the price was good, and the Ruger is a fine little pistol. He certainly didn’t get hurt and I doubt I would have been able to get them to come down too much off that price. If he goes back in again they’ll cut him a good deal on spare mags.

Ed has firearms from his family, but this is his first purchase for himself of something he specifically wanted, and it’s abrilliant choice- nice little 22 that he’ll enjoy forever.

Anyway, another gunny. Go give him some loving and welcome him.

With special thanks to Carteach

I wear heavy pants, heavy shoes, even my special three-way bifocals weigh a ton.

The work boots I wear are so damned heavy that at the end of the day my calf muscles are aching sore. The glasses actually make dents in the bridge of my nose. At the end of the day when I can take off my several pound shoes and my thick safety glasses and put on my ounce-weight street shoes and ultralight titanium glasses, I feel like I can fly, I’m so much lighter.

And then when I wake up in the morning, stagger out to the kitchen to start the coffee, and crank my toe at high speed into the steel toed shitkickers, I make noises that curdle milk. And I invariably do this. You’d think I’d learn, but I do not.