Lawyers

I've just spent the last thirty-five minutes at my attorney's office. He's a well paid hack and half of his office lights don't work. He smells of cigarette smoke and appeared to be hung over. I was not pleased.

Unfortunately they're a part of our lives and we do need them. So I ask - why do I feel like I need a good shower.

(The visit wasn't anything serious, just standard everyday life stuff.)

Stephen

Just Shoot Me

My mother-in-law just arrived, unannounced.

Which is bad enough but she has my sister-in-law in tow.

Shoot me now.

(In truth they're nice people, but don't tell anyone I said as such.)

Stephen

Pardon Me

Please, if I've failed to express my appreciation or to say thank you and welcome to any follower, past or present, I'm truly sorry.

It was not intentional. If you will leave a comment with your name and/or blog I shall properly thank and welcome you.

I've noticed, on occasion, a new number will post but without an avatar or name. If this happens to you, please bring it to my attention. I will never intentionally ignore a new follower.

Stephen

I Said It Was Addictive

Here's my next project. She's an old Sears, Roebuck and Company model 427. She was of course manufactured by Coleman.

This model is in Olive. Not sure why but Sears requested several color combinations. I've a blue and black model standing by on a shelf.

Above, as you can see the lower case is filled with rust. This is after I washed her down and cleaned out the old spider webs and roach eggs. She once belonged to my deceased father-in-law, and as you might well imagine, Sweet Wife has an emotional attachment to this piece.

Thought I'd give you a before picture. Notice the tank at the rear.

I'm almost finished with my current restoration. After I complete the gas tank and fire it I'll post a picture...just to make sure I bore you good folks to death.

Stephen

Two Hundred, and One

What a nice surprise I found this morning when I flipped on the laptop. Two hundred followers. My new friend, Barlow Brownstone III, was kind enough to reach over and hit the blue button and become my two hundredth follower. Thank you so very much, Barlow. You've made my day.

Then, when I came inside for a break I find number two hundred and one, thank you, Bobbi. I promise you both I shall always answer all comments. It might take me a few hours, and as has happened of late, days, but rest assured I will make all attempts to answer.

Again, thanks and welcome, Barlow and Bobbi. You are now among friends.

Stephen

Tinker, Tinker, Irish Man

I'm not sure of the gentleman's name. He was a fairly nice man and seemed to always have a twinkle in his eye. Each time we'd meet or cross paths he'd yell out, "Hey, tinker, tinker, Irish Man." I'd laugh, shake my head and move on. I haven't seen him in years.

To this day I still don't understand why he'd yell the phrase. A tinker was a craftsman, a tin smith. A trade traced as far back as the thirteenth century (recorded) or further. Others believe it refers to Irish Travelers. Either way I'm neither. I am Irish, but my forefathers were boat builders.

Anyhow, I've had the jingle stuck in mind all darn day. Since early this morning I've been in the garage dinking around. This past weekend Sweet Wife allowed me to purchase a set of shelves to help in my months long reorganization of the garage. As I went about the assembly of the shelves and my other chores, I'd mumble, 'Tinker, Tinker, Irish Man.' Over and over and over. The earworm from hell.

If I ever see that 'ole boy again I'm gonna whip his butt.

Stephen

Thanks & Welcome

To my new friend and follower, Susan Williams. Susan I promise to always answer your comments. Bless your sweet heart for hitting that little blue button.

Now, I need one more follower to hit the magic two hundred mark....any takers.

Again, thanks and welcome, Susan. You are now among friends.

Let's take a walk together.

Stephen