DocWard

AB and I are getting ready to tear up carpet downstairs and lay down laminate wood flooring. I will try to check back in to let everyone know I am surviving. The day started out ominously though, with my temporary crown bridge cracking while I was having breakfast. It is staying on, but it is definitely broken. Did I mention wish me luck?

Eh, I enjoy it when I watch it. I have always enjoyed the final shootout scene where the tension is so palpable, even the dog gets up and walks out of the room.

Another workday vs weekend drinker here. My workday coffee is Folger's Black Silk. My weekend coffee is typically Black Rifle "Blackbeard's Delight." I will occasionally have something special if I happen to be someplace to get some or when someone buys me some.

Still my favorite modern aircraft.

Ah yes, the wind whistling (screaming) through the gun ports. One heckuva sound!

So you define "affair" as requiring a sexual component? I tend to disagree, since I consider any type of romantic and emotional attachment with another person apart from and in place of one's spouse to be an affair. Take it a step further, I will guarantee you if I told, and even somehow convinced, AB that I had just been at a concert with another woman, cuddling her in my arms and kissing her romantically, it would not matter one wit. Life as I know it would be over. As I mentioned earlier, though, I'm open for other reasonable explanations for their actions.

Nope, I don't know either one. I'm also far from perfect. What I do know: I do know he's married, and not to her. Are they having an affair? No, I can't say for sure, but given their actions and reactions, it's a safe bet there is something untoward happening. Put another way, I cannot imagine attending a concert, with a woman not my wife, and holding her in my arms the way they were. If you can come up with a logical, rational explanation for all of that, feel free to enlighten us. I'm all ears.

My Mother-in-Law and Father-in-Law both treated me like a son from day one. I can't say enough good about them both. I was incredibly close to both of them and I miss them both every day. A picture of me and my Mother-in-Law on my wedding day. Our smiles belie the insanity of the day. As some know, I had found out that morning my Army Reserve unit was activated for Desert Shield. She was the first person I let know, and she managed to keep everything moving forward and made sure AB and I enjoyed our day, as well as have a very abbreviated honeymoon.

Seems the CEO is learning just that.

As well as astrophysicist, rock guitarist, composer Sir Brian May (1947)

I didn't disassemble / reassemble the Ma Deuce or the Mk. 19 except in training a couple of times leading up to my last deployment. I was thankful there was someone around who knew what they were doing. I did enjoy shooting them though!

I learned it from a scale modeling magazine long ago.

Back in my Army Reserve days, I was training on the disassembly and reassembly of the 1911. We still had them until the mid-nineties. At any rate, I'm explaining that the recoil spring can go flying if one is not careful. About that time, it went flying. After the laughter died down, I just continued as I walked and picked it up, "As I was saying..." I'm pretty sure my face was bright red.

Are you sure? They could be on their way home!

I just saw on Facebook that @Paladin Gun For Hire passed away on Saturday, July 12. I didn't know him well personally, but we had communicated some, and when I thought I was going to need to get out of the sport due to financial issues, he offered me a couple of revolvers at a price I could afford. I used them for quite awhile and still have them. I will appreciate them more now. I am sure that those who knew him will miss him. My condolences go out to his friends and family.

It scared the daylights out of me, and I had never swam in the ocean. As an aside, I will argue that the USS Indianapolis scene is the single best piece of acting ever caught on film. It seemed Shaw stopped acting, and Dreyfuss and Scheider were mesmerized.

Coming from a person who did the child abuse, neglect and dependency docket for our county's CPS for a decade or so, I would need a bit more information. Why was mom arrested? If mom were arrested for child endangerment, child abuse, drug charges, or any number of other offenses, then yes, the courts can take the child, put the child in the custody of CPS and into foster care. The court will be obligated to attempt to locate and serve the father. From there, it will depend on whether mom is incarcerated for an extended period of time, or whether she can work a reunification plan. Found not guilty? She might still need to work a plan, because the burden of proof is lower in the civil action. So, let's say mom attempts the reunification plan and fails. Or is going to prison for a very long time. Again, assuming no father or appropriate family members, CPS would likely file for the involuntary termination of parental rights, so that the child might be adopted. At this point, the foster parents would have an edge if they wanted to adopt, based upon the bonding of the child with the family, etc... However, it is not a given, based upon a matching process that is done according to statute and administrative law. Most likely though, the foster parents would be the adoptive family.

I decided on my alias because I served for years as a medic in the field artillery. Combat arms types have a tendency to call their medics "Doc" if they like and trust them, so I picked up the nickname Doc Ward. Thus, when I started shooting, I knew I would answer to it. As for a back story, it has been fleshed out over a few of the group stories we've done around here in times past. I decided to try to duplicate to the extent possible, my real life if I had been born 180 or so years earlier. Born in Eastern Kentucky, Benjamin Ward's father was a Methodist circuit rider, who, against his better judgment, managed to get him into a Methodist college in Delaware, Ohio. [I graduated from Ohio Wesleyan University] There, instead of leaning toward seminary, he started reading law and working with a local attorney. [I'm a lawyer by training and licensure]. He also met a girl that attended the Ohio Wesleyan Women's College in Delaware and spent some time courting her. [My wife also graduated from OWU] Not long after graduation, the Civil War broke out, and Ben went down to Camp Chase, in Columbus and mustered into the 1st Regiment of the Ohio Light Artillery, Ohio Volunteer Militia. [I spent most of my career in the 1/134th Field Artillery which traces its lineage back to that unit]. After a number of battles, Ben became a Hospital Steward when one of the surgeons learned of his education. [Hence, a medic]. Staying in the Army, Doc was sent out West with the 11th Ohio Cavalry to work under a curmudgeonly Scottish surgeon. Meeting his family, Ben was surprised to find out his daughter was the same redheaded girl he had met in college. It seemed like fate and the two were married, with her father and mother's approval. [My wife is indeed a redhead, and her father was a doctor of Scottish ancestry, who prided himself on being a curmudgeon]. After leaving the Army, Doc and his wife went East only briefly. His mother had passed away, worrying about her son, and his father passed shortly after his return. He and his wife had grown fond of the West, so decided to return there. After an incident, people saw him tending to and patching up some injured, he gained the nickname "Doc" because they thought he might be one. Doc practiced law briefly, before deciding it wasn't for him. From there one can go with Doc becoming a rancher, or running a livery, depending on the story. Or perhaps rancher then livery, if one so chooses. @Linn Keller, SASS 27332, BOLD 103 and a few others can double check me on the accuracy of my backstory per the group stories that have been written, but that's it as I recall it.

I would agree we are talking two different things. I was specifically referencing the internal mechanism. The fact that they resemble the Nambu or Luger physically is undoubtedly an indication of his aesthetic / ergonomic preferences. My guess is that he was bright enough to change things like grip angle, barrel, and the like if he wanted to. Edit: I would add that it is not beyond the realm of possibility that, since he made drills circa 1946 to 1949, that he had handled those Nambu pistols he got from that Marine and liked the feel. Especially since he had also made a straight drill without the handle.

I was young enough during her tenure on Battlestar Galactica to develop a bit of a crush on her.

I won't say you're wrong, and that it isn't just urban legend, but a lot of people who should know better disagree. https://www.americanrifleman.org/content/i-have-this-old-gun-ruger-22-pistol/ https://www.ssusa.org/content/5-facts-about-ruger-you-probably-didn-t-know/ https://americanhandgunner.com/handguns/handguns-of-ww2-part-2/

I have a Mk II and IV. Interestingly, it is my understanding that Bill Ruger reverse engineered and improved upon the Japanese Nambu pistol. Yet, when people look at it, my self included, they think "Luger."

Sure, but we know the "what did" part. I've often enjoyed bits of alternate history and discussing and debating what may have happened. Civilly, of course.

An interesting tidbit. I obtained my history minor from Ohio Wesleyan University. One of the history professors there that I studied under briefly was Dr. Robert Kragalott, who got his PhD from the University of Belgrade, where he studied under Vaso Čubrilović, one of the assassination conspirators. Unfortunately, Dr. Kragalott was advancing in years and having heart trouble during my time, and needed to retire about about halfway through the semester. From his fire even then, I would have loved to have taken courses from him when he was younger and healthier.