Warden Callaway

I pulled up to a gas pump a couple of years back and a flat screen TV built into to pump started spilling out commercials. Apparently, the idea didn't take off because I've not seen one lately.

Have you noticed that in the past few years a majority of commercial presenters have been black? Since the George Floyd riots in Minneapolis, the advertising agencies have gone completely WONK. Big burly black men dancing and going all gitty over how their laundry smells. They've now diluted some with other models - hefty women and open gay couples and mixed race couples.

Rhubarb Gardner

Just seen one were everyone in the neighborhood had some sports uniform on. Big guy with football jersey and pads and man bun. They were yelling at each other. Last few seconds they flash up Little Caesar's Pizza. That's it.

Congratulations! Mary and I have 54 years in. I thought when we got 50 in, it would be my turn to get mad and give orders. I was wrong.

Mom, bless her heart, had a lot of healt problems - real and imaginary. She was always going to a doctor about something. On one visit the doctor asked her what was wrong. She gave him a brochure from the lobby and said, "I've got all of these.". He took the brochure and ripped it up and threw it in the waste can. Said, I wish they'd quit putting these out.

We get so sick of some commercials. They play over and over every commercial break. How about medications for some ailment you never knew existed? 🤔

I've thought about it a lot. What good are commercials? I've tried to think of a single incident when a commercial has tripped my trigger to run out and buy the product. Often the product being presented has no use in my life. Sometimes the commercial is so stupid I fall to see what they are promoting. Some are so ridiculous that I'm not tempted to buy the product if I had a use for it. Yet I'm sure billions of dollars are spent on commercials. Presenters, now called influencers, are paid millions for their endorsement. Michael Jackson got $1.5 million for a Pepsi commercial. That's when I stopped buying Pepsi. Michel Jordan gets $330 million per year from Niki.

Son has plenty of experience with guns. He came across an old Marlin 336 Sporter "waffle top" at local shop and bought it. It had seen a couple of alterations. One was the muzzle shortened about 1/4" and funky flat crown. He shot it for the first time yesterday at 25 yards and both shots keyholed. Using Federal 170 factory loads. We talked back and forth about it. While the crown looks funky, it should do much better that that. I had him insert a .308 bullet in the muzzle, thinking it may be relined to a 32 Special. But no, it's a 30 caliber. Brass looks fine. I'm 700 miles from the gun but he's bringing it down in deer season. Maybe work on the crown. Got nothing to loose. Any ideas?

Dad Gummet

Folks had a combination DVD and VHS player because just VHS alone wasn't available. They never used the DVD player. I took a disk up one day and got it started and left. I went back up and they were all in a tither. They couldn't figure out how to rewind it.

I took unsalted peanuts and ground them into butter and tried it as lube in my cap guns. It worked.

We slipped out to a run to Black Hills on Monday. We did the Badlands loop on Tuesday morning. Then got into Custer the city about noon. We got the last room in the motel. A surprise to us, the 2024 Custer Park buffalo roundup was to be on Thursday. They were expecting 20,000 spectators. We did the Wildlife Loop through the park on Wednesday. Mary got to see many hundreds of buffalo. Some antelope, mule and white tail deer, turkey, and coyote working the prairie dogs. we didn't stay over for the roundup. Here is a video of the event. First part is just yacking.

The old farm supply store had "peanut days". They'd have big trash cans filled with peanuts in the hull. As they had concrete floors, you were just expected to drop the hulls on the floor.

Coming back from a trip yesterday and stopped in at a Casey's (convenient store and gas station.) I hunted down the coffee section. Nothing is simple any more. There were four banks of coffee makers - each with three pots of different concoctions. An old guy was there. I said, "Where is the coffee?" We got to talking. He said pick out a cup. They had four sizes. I picked the smallest, probably 16 Oz. OK, put it under here. Ok, do you want light, medium or strong brew? Medium. Ok, do you want to leave room for cream? Yes, Ok. (All on touch screen.) Cup fills. Now, come over here and chose your cream. Anther touch screen with options. Then come over here for a lid. Got up to the counter to pay. "No charge. The guy ahead of you paid for it." Well, I never! He was already out the door and I didn't have a chance to thank him.

Diddly Squat.

Had a brand new Marlin 39M. Gave it to Mary. Had it about 6 months and she traided it for a dang horse! Got its grandpa - Marlin 1897. Had excess head space when I bought it. Got it repaired. Black powder era so couldn't stand up to modern long rifle ammo.

Only witnessed this one time. Sawmill Mary was shooting first. Spotters called a miss. She argued she hit it on the edge. TO inspected the target and sure enough, there was an edge hit. Mary was so happy she had upgraded to 44WCF from 38 Special. She said the bigger bullet gave more of a chance of hitting. I've never been to a match where they painter targets between shooters. We were running short of time once and didn't paint the targets - no one noticed or complained.

Chucky Durn (son of Bruce Durn)

Alls I know comes out of William H. Brophy's big book of Marlins. I keep it to the left side of my recliner.