Tuesday, October 20, 2015

Stand by for glory

Well, I'm back at work, and there's much to be done. My time off was hectic and not so easy, and also awesome at times. Went back to Boston for the first time since I moved last year, but did so to visit my ailing mother. Returned to Florida and did a whole shitload of necessary financial planning, paid 1/2 golconda to the tax farmers of Massachusetts for my sins of being a resident last year, worked on the car and house, the usual, you know.
   My son had his first visit to the gun range. I think I was more excited than he was, but he did awesome, and we both had fun- he asked to try shooting trap this winter, so I'm going to have to introduce him to long arms, which should also be a good time. Inappropriately Hot Foreign Wife is about ready for her first trip to the range, too. I've successfully turned her into a pro-2A immigrant, which, to my eyes, is the best kind of immigrant.  Some time around Thanksgiving she'll give it a try.
My kid had a 4 day scouting camp, so the wife and I took the opportunity to travel to the Keys (she'd never been), and we basically did the 40-something M.O. of lower keys visiting, mostly eating and drinking and watching people behave badly.

 Key West, well, I hadn't been for almost 20 years. My adult impression is that it is what you make of it. It's funny to watch middle aged people happily stumble from restaurant to bar and back, and my wife made me go to a drag show, which I tolerated well, right up until the dude in a dress on stage hiked up his skirt and did the whole Silence of the Lambs weiner-tuck dance to the cheers of folks who were into that and the dozen or so bachelorette parties that were there. Anyhow, after a backwash of hot bile passed, I was able to extricate myself shortly thereafter, so I guess like a handshake to the executioner, I should probably be thankful for whoever the hell it was up there looking like Dr. Frank N. Furter.

Oh, and also


It's been forever, but say hello to some of my new daily stops when I'm online:

 The Bearded Backyarder  -   Home of Stackz O Magz, and there's tons of funny, useful and thoughtful material, often related to, but not limited to gun stuff, making stuff and not being a pussy about it.  Go. Now. Then come back. I'll wait. 

Fred on Everything-  Fred Reed is a retired war and newspaper reporter. Dude has seen some shit, and is wicked smaht, not to mention hmorous and painfully honest. Prepare to have your assumptions challenged. 

A Nod to the gods - just go there. You're welcome. Unless you're a pajama boy-style liberal pansy (but I repeat myself), in which case, well, you're not going to like it there.


Bob said...

Did y'all go out to Fort Zachary Taylor in the Dry Tortugas? I have that on my list of places to see before I die.

Bob said...

Or is it Fort Jefferson?

Stackz O Magz said...

Thanks for the linkage my dude. Get that woman of yours into the range, shoot the target from Ammunition to Go, send a pic in to them of her and her target, and get that free ammo! Have a wonderful afternoon amigo.

Paul, Dammit! said...

Stackz, with the .22 bucket prices you get, I'm regretting not having one, and unless I see a bargain, next purchase is a good hunting shotgun. Damn.

Paul, Dammit! said...

NOt sure, Bob, but I didn't go. It's a goodly ride by boat, and I was just on wheels.