Neanderpundit

partner and I drove down to Indy yesterday, late morning. Arrived at the show almost in perfect time to meet his brother Rich hauling his first set of purchases out to the truck, and spent a bit of time in the parking lot with him prior to going back into the show.

The table just inside the door is always my favorite and I always hang there for just a bit because of the selection of doubles and drillings they have there; there was a Purdey 16 gauge that made me drool and it only cost about the same as a nice new car.

I was hoping to run into the Parts Guy- he’s always there for the “big” 1500, not so much for the “Little” 1500’s that happen in the heat of summer. I’m looking for one of the sight hoods for the old Lyman ramp on the Arisaka. Anyway, the Parts guy wasn’t there, but I did what I always do at a gun show, walk around looking at the guns etc. as if they were museum exhibits that I get to touch and feel and maybe even buy.

I want a bayonet for my AR, but the “New’ style are extremely expensive at present and I don’t want one that bad just yet.

I was also looking for spring assist knives but I didn’t see any “Plain” ones, they are all ‘Tactical” which I don’t really like.

Partner is in the process of buying a house ten minutes from me where he can shoot in his backyard!!! We went to the blogmeet and I annoyed the good bloggers of Indiana with my presence, and possibly, my aroma (it was a hot day) and partner and his brother Rich (Who are high-level professional misanthropes)(In addition to being brilliant electrical engineers(Partner) and inspired machinists (Rich))(Kids, don’t try this at home, you’ll just get hurt) got to spend some quality time together discussing the new digs and then we said goodbye and headed for home.

Tamara stopped by and checked out my new boomstick- and no, this did not involve either of us removing any article of clothing- that’s my boomslang you’re thinking of, and it stayed safely nested, thankyouverymuch. I hope we can get her to come up and go to the Nappannee show with us sometime. It would be cool to get her to come to my club and show some of the IDPA duffers there what a professional can do.

And at no point did I run her or her bicycle over with the exploder. I like my tires too much.

I do still think she needs one of these

though this one is probably more tactikewl.

this night, from an old customer, someone I have worked with a while

I did a lot of work for them over the winter of 09/10, spending the better part of a month there. I spent enough time there that I took to leaving my kit there during the week.

This customer- the engineer on the job, who was just beginning to take over responsibility for the automation- sent me this note.

Dear ____:

One night when you left your tools here, I opened your toolbox and went through it. I saw what you do and woindered if you had some kind of magical toolbox that allowed you to do such wonderful things. So I looked at your tools and saw nothing unusual.

Still, you seemed to be able to do things that our millwrights with giant toolboxes couldn’t do.

So another night when you left I took inventory and bought every tool, trying to purchase even the same brand when it was available. And now, several years later, I find that there is almost nothing I cannot accomplish with the tools in that kit.

Thanks

I have chosen those tools pretty carefully over the years, and they work OK for me, but I gotta say, it was cool having someone else notice.

She anounced recently- to the point where she can’t perform anymore.

Well, hells bells, people. I thought Parkinsons was more genetic than anything else, and you either had it or you didn’t. Apparently, though, it’s something you can “Get” or ‘Develop”. Lovely.

Anyway, it’s no fun, and Linda was a big part of the industry in her day- you couldn’t listen to any music station and not hear one of her songs sooner or later- and usually sooner. Here’s hoping that she lives the rest of her life in some dignity andwithout discomfort.

When my dear old friend and confidant Mlle Jenny infomred me of this last night it minded me of something that happened to me when I was a teenager. I knew a certain person who was afflicted with Parkinsons, and he had it fairly severly. In conversation one day, he mentioned that his girlfriend liked the unpredictable nature of his motion during sex. I was a bit taken aback, she was sitting right there! She laughed- she was a spaniard he had met in his travels- she said “Eets like hriding an apalaptic bool!”.

I had a good deal of difficulty keeping myself from laughing out loud, and I think I peed myself a little but and maybe strained something in the process.