Neanderpundit

let’s all see if we can find our accelerator pedals this morning.

you should make a point to stop in at Cliff’s Rifles.

Cliff, the proprietor, is a great conversationalist (in his Michigander/Finnlander way) and his stock of rifles, scopes, etc. is, to say the least, impressive. SInce he didn’t have falling blocks or doubles, not the kind of place I’ll be drooling at, but nice bolties, by the dozens.

No web presence, says he’s plenty busy enough.

Big guns on him, too. Not the kind of thing you expect from a shopkeeper. ‘I used to cut meat” he tells me. That splains it.

One of my oldest and dearest friends Gary is concerned about his pup Emerson, who is feeling poorly.

Emerson may be one of the best dogs I ever knew, and he’s a gentle and wonderful and loving friend to Gary, who is a loner by trade, but for Emers.

IT may be nothing, but let’s take no chances, ok? Take a little extra time and make sure the Big Guy knows we need Emers here a lot longer.