My Morning

The Para P-12 sits disassembled on my desk. I've just given its bore a good scrub, oiled its parts and reached to replace the recoil spring and plug back into place when I slipped and released the spring. It flew across the room.

Out comes my flashlight. I find the recoil spring, no problem. Reach and place it back on my desk...spring plug, no where to be found. I search, and search. Paper bags are upturned and emptied. I move various junk and shine the Surefire into crevices that haven't seen light in decades. I even tapped my shirt pockets just to make sure the plug didn't recoil and slap me in the chest.

About two hours later I'm about ready to sling the handgun against the wall. Took a sip of coffee. Told myself to relax. Picked up the frame and out drops the recoil spring plug. Sigh.

Five minutes later she's reassembled and ready for action.

Thus as been my morning.

Think I'll take a walk.

Stephen

Old Pour

A very unique and rare piece of silver.

A 1.24 ounce .999 fine silver Alexander Westerfall Smelters ingot loaf bar.

Circa, 1970.

A few pieces have recently hit the market - about five. If you like precious metals these make fine investment pieces.

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Sorry I haven't written in the last two days. Busy here. Catch you later.

Stephen

Duh...

We must shop, tonight.

She needs a new cell phone. Her Blackberry is old and gave her fits when she was on her road trip. Fine with me but I hate retail establishments. They have little boys with ponytails that float about in their loafers and girls with pink eyeglasses when engaged in conversation use 'like' as apostrophes.

As delicate as I am if I survive the experience without psychological damage it'll be a miracle.

I wonder if they barter as I have several nice squirrel hides.

Stephen

Do You Believe

You're a true Survivalist. Have the art form down to a science.

Really?

Read, this.

If, after you've read this excellent post and you argue the facts you should join a country club, buy a poodle, and ask Buffy for a ride in her golf cart - because, Bubba, you now live in a dream world.

Stephen

Sleep's Fee

Are they hidden in caves, secreted away eons past, these keepers of sleep's fee. I beg entrance only for a nights relief, in forfeit

My blood if asked.

I bow,

My wrist extended.

Stephen

The Acorn

Doesn't fall far from the tree. Please take a moment and run over and say hello to my best friend, Duke's son.

Soldier Solace, give him your support as he works his way through a very tough U. S. Army course.

Thank you.

Stephen

Please Help

My friend, Red Woman. She has an issue with Blogger. She's a nice lady and I'd hate to see her lose her blog. It's technical.

Thank you.

Stephen