Content

It's quiet. We have a fire this evening, our second of the season. I'm content, well, almost content. I do miss Little Bit. She's on vacation with her Dad. She'll be back tomorrow night and we'll have her for the weekend. Can't wait.

Have a good evening.

Stephen

Thanks & Welcome

To my new follower and friend, BBB from http://bulletsbeansandbullion.blogspot.com/. I promise to always reply to your comments.

To my other friends I ask, please, run over and check out BBB's blog. Its filled with great information.

Again, thank you and welcome. You are now among friends.

Stephen

10/22 Fun

Now this looks like fun. Cheap ammo in a hot rod modified 10/22.

Bring it on.

Stephen

Policy on Comments

I received an email recently (yesterday) and I've had to give myself a wee bit of time to think about my reply.

The nice person asked me why I haven't commented on their blog of recent. Well, it's kinda simple. I never, when I did take the time to comment, received a reply in return.

Please understand, I'm not a mean person, not trying to tick you off, or tinkle up your rope, not ignoring your blog. I read you daily. Like your work. You're a fine person. But, if I take the time to write a few words during my busy life to compliment you on your article/post, then I expect a reply in kind.

We Southerners are funny people when it comes to etiquette, or as my sweet departed mother would say, nice manners. If you don't believe me, ask my friend, Duke. Even a simple 'thank you' will suffice. Nothing more, just a simple, easy to type - thanks.

Please don't be offended. Like I've said, I like you. I can understand those bloggers that post and receive hundreds of hits per post reluctant to reply, it's work, yet I'd still make the attempt. I'd simply write one reply to all and say, thank you. Thank you for taking the time out of your busy lives for leaving a comment on my blog, even if I feel my poop doesn't stink.

If you'd take the time to read the comments on my blog you'll find I always, ALWAYS, reply. And, if I've missed one here or there and it's brought to my attention, I'll find it and correct my mistake. Never fear, I will continue to read and visit your nice blog. You are a fine person and your work is worthy.

Sorry, but class tells.

Your friend,

Stephen

Bits & Pieces

Stepped outside this morning to crisp cool weather with just a hint of brambly oak smoke in the air. I love it. The river was flat and gray as I climbed into my truck, very strange as there is normally a bit of wind to stir the water. Either way, I'll take it as we only get two days of winter here.

Florida, given its preferences, sucks; all this sunshine has a tendency to depress the heck out of me.

Yesterday halitosis man came into the shop to chat. I'm sure each of you have a halitosis person in your life. Well, my man is a senior citizen, a gunny that loves to restore old world war two equipment, including machine guns and rifles. He's the only man I know that drives a Willy's Jeep with a mounted Ma Deuce. Kinda cool, and it sure scares the heck out of the local democritters.

When they see the Jeep round the curve they practically run out of their felony fliers.  I like the 'ole boy, don't get me wrong. It's fun to have him hang around the shop and chat. He was jerked up in a little town over on the west coast of Florida, Cedar Key, it's a tiny fishing village of which I've written about in the past. Anyhow, he loves to give heart warming stories of his youth spent out on the waters shooting dolphins (I'll use the local term) you know, Flipper, from television fame....

He swears they are great on the BBQ. He's probably on to something, who knows. Problem is he likes to climb into your face when he speaks, and since his mouth is perpetually open, as in his mouth has a six inch constant gap, and he sports a set of dentures made in Hong Kong, and said dentures seldom if ever are cleaned, his breath can knock over a south bound skunk riding a poop wagon. Talking stink here folks....bad stuff. My nose hairs curl.

He speaks to me, "Hey, Stephen, heeeyyyyy," Whoosh, green fumes....

Stephen, passed out, toes curled.

Like that.

My friends can remember the old fella that used to attend our gun shows. Ask Duke about Stinky. Stinky would clear the floor from body odor. Stinky doesn't hold a candle to halitosis man.

Sorry, it's time to jerk another cup of joe and open the shop.  

Until later.

Stephen

Thanks & Welcome

To my new follower, russell1200. Nice to have you onboard. I promise to reply to all comments. It might take me a few hours, perhaps a day or two depending upon business, but I shall reply. Feel free to drop in anytime and write a line or two.

Russell writes a blog of deep thoughts and his view of current events at reflexiones finales. Take a few minutes out of your post Christmas week and run over and say hello.

You are now among friends. Again, thank you and welcome.

Stephen