Thursday, April 26, 2012
On March 29 I blogged that I needed updated copies of the Traveler's Guide to Firearms Law. About a week ago I ordered them online. Despite the U.S. Postal Service's efforts to misdirect the delivery (see previous blog entry), I received the package a couple of days ago.
Concealed carry permit or not, the different state laws lay a minefield that can put serious hurt on gun-owners. Knowledge is power.
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
For thirteen years I have lived at “1234 West HERE Ave” and for thirteen years the local post office has been mixing my mail up with “1234 West THERE Ave.” Several times a year I get their mail and they get mine. I have filed several complaints with the local Post Office and/or with the main USPS office. In this world of identity theft, misdirected mail is unacceptable. If postal employees cannot read a label, get them eyeglasses or get them FIRED!
Today the resident of “1234 West THERE Ave” pulled into my driveway and handed me a LARGE PRIORITY MAIL PACKAGE addressed to me. Good gosh almighty! The U.S. Post Office cannot even deliver Priority Mail without screwing up!
It is time for the U.S. Postal Service to follow the path of the dinosaur.
Monday, April 23, 2012
Saturday, April 21, 2012
The response to the original blog post (one year ago) has been good, and it has been gratifying to hear from former neighbors who also lived through the event.
There is nothing so humbling as witnessing the utter destruction from one of the most devastating forces of nature.
Yesterday I took the first firm steps on a project that I have long dreaded, that of clearing my estate of most of my guns. While I am not planning on making a mad, headlong dash into the grave, there is no denying that these are my last couple of months before I turn sixty-years-old. The actuary tables give an outside chance for maybe another twenty-five-years, but that kind of horizon is just too uncertain; it seems every month I learn of another friend or former co-worker my age (or younger) passing on. The time for me to put together an exit strategy is while I am still happy and healthy. My heirs have no clue as to how to dispose of these guns for what they are worth so I best take care of that problem for them ahead of time. Yes, there will be some guns that I will keep until the end but they will number less than a dozen, perhaps even just a couple.
My ever-so-optimistic goal is to sell five guns from my collection this year and five (or more) every year hence until they are gone. I still have a dozen or so guns on the rack that I have yet to blog about. Many gun owners are all too familiar with the remorse of buying and selling. This project will be full of sentiment and aftertaste but there comes a time when we have to let go.
Monday, April 16, 2012
Recently there was a shooting in Florida that gained worldwide attention. There has been a full spectrum of articles written containing facts, fantasies, fabrications, opinions, and theories. The case is now in the hands of the legal system. Perhaps the biggest complication is that the dead man cannot tell his tale and the only eyewitness is the shooter; that leaves a cavernous gap. No decision the jury renders will surprise me, nor will any subsequent public response. Many people, including media professionals, are writing about this event from only the angle(s) that champion their agenda(s). It would be naïve for me to believe that it could be any other way. As for the Florida incident being a topic for this blog, my opinion(s), my angle(s), and my agenda(s) will be forever absent because I have none. Mercenary as it is, I am following this case only to learn from any mistakes that may have been made by the two persons involved so that I don’t someday wind up as either the defendant or the deceased.
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Monday, April 9, 2012
Thursday, April 5, 2012
I don’t watch much TV but my wife is a rabid fan of TV dramas with names something like Law and Boredom and CSI Wherever. Whenever there is a shooting on these TV shows, the evidence techs grab casings from the crime scene and INSTANTLY know the history of the weapon. Halleluiah! What a wonderful world we live in!
Formerly Famous Gunwriter Dean Speir eulogizes New York State’s real-time program HERE. Rest in peace.
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Monday, April 2, 2012
At around 12:30 A.M. on 3/28/2012 I was getting ready to hit the sack so I went around checking all the locks and alarms on our doors and windows. When I opened my front door to take my customary “last look” outside I noticed that one of my neighbors across the cul de sac had left his garage door wide open. Aside from the possibility of having his garaged-goodies pilfered, this neighbor and his wife usually leave the connecting door between the house and garage unlocked, which is not a prudent thing to do in our fair city.
The neighbor’s house looked as it usually did when all have turned in for the night. This presented a dilemma. I did not have their phone number so I could not call and wake them. I did not know them well enough that I felt comfortable marching across the street and pounding on their front door to wake them. I felt it was unconscionable to just go to bed and ignore the possibilities, so I used the non-emergency number to call in the overworked and understaffed local gendarmes. I explained the situation to the dispatcher and then kept a watch from inside the safety of my front door until two squad cars, one a primary and the other a backup unit, rolled up at around 12:50 A.M. With flashlights, the uniformed officers entered and searched the garage for signs of foul play, then one officer came across the street to ask me if it was normal for them to leave their garage door open; I answered that it was never before left open this late. The other officer rang the neighbor’s doorbell and knocked on the door until someone answered. The cop explained what the commotion was about, the neighbor closed the garage door and all was well.
So, at 1:00 A.M. today I noticed that the same neighbor had turned in and his garage door was AGAIN wide open. What did I do this time? I did nothing at all.
My card expires June 1. The renewal form arrived a week or so back, so I filled it out today and then went to G.A.T. Guns for my photo and the mailing. Let’s see how long it takes the Illinois State Police to mail me a new card.
Sunday, April 1, 2012
Once I pop out of the cake at a bachelorette party, women pay me to keep my clothes on.
Take a good look, young ladies! This is what your dreamboat will look like after a few years of beers and watching college basketball.