DocWard

The first that popped into my head was a Mauser C96 "Red Nine." My father-in-law had one that was stolen. I never got to fire it, but in holding it, I did like the feel. Beyond that, like most everyone else, I could come up with a laundry list of historic firearms I would want if I had big lottery money.

Agreed, but you're thinking too hard about it!

City on the Edge of Forever was just the first one to pop into my head. The point remains people tune in to see the stars of the show. Besides, in that episode there was no way for red shirts to get killed!

Because they’re the stars of the show. Nobody wants to watch Ensign Bobby fall in love with Edith Keeler. They want to watch Kirk. Ensign Bobby might not handle it well when Spock informs him Edith Keeler must die. And it certainly won’t have the tragic effect of the hero letting his love be killed. Wait, it just dawned on me that Spock wouldn’t be there either, so they might never realize she must die, and everything gets screwed up!

Hey, if that were a Gremlin X with a factory 304ci V8, I would be super excited even today!

Wow! Congratulations to your son!

Let's not forget massive loads in semi trucks traveling at high speeds.

Say what you want about her, this song still amazes me. So powerful.

I married my wife for her looks, but not the looks she's been giving me lately.

I might be in love!

Last Stand of the Tin Can Sailors is one of the best reads I have had my hands on, and is worth the time of anyone who has the slightest interest in WWII and naval history.

On this day in history, three battles where underdog forces fought against impossible odds. Battle of Agincourt, 1415 Battle of Balaclava, 1854 Battle Off Samar, 1945

Or do it with one of your contacts and then say “ignore that.”

I think the button hook is still a viable receiving route in football.

Yes.

There are only two times you can have too much ammo. If you’re drowning or if you’re on fire.

‘Tweren’t Marcel, it was John Eubanks, professional tree climber and great American. When he poked the coon he found out it was a lynx. Or as they called ‘em, “a souped up wildcat!” It has brought tears to my eyes and pain to my ribs laughing many times since I was a kid! Marcel went at the beer joint with his talking chainsaw!

We've called it "the Russian Flu" since the days of Brezhnev. More recently, people I know have taken to calling it "gravity."

Watching? Not keeping the benches warm like they are supposed to?

Yes.

I need that!

When you wanna cook out, you gotta whip it out... Propane

To Heck with you and your grid square! -Field Artillery (I did not originally see it as "To heck with")

I just saw this. I will keep him and your family in my thoughts and meditations.