Dapper Dave

That is cool as icy cucumbers! I'd love that, but even if I could afford it, it's in England, and getting the Customs and ATF permits to actually import that might be a bit pricey.

I remember. I left San Fran a month later as my contract with Mother Navy had expired and I was going home. I drove under that collapsed section of the Nimitz and the Bay Bridge many times...freaked me out considerably.

I killed PayPal decades agio when they burned me over a raffle I was having for my forum. I just bought from Ebay a couple of weeks ago, Visa card...is it Evil Bay or is it the actual seller?

You have my permission to use this solely for your club as promotional material, no attribution is required.

Ah, but we did have something similar in Tucson. I don't know if any of them are still standing around, rusting, but there were air raid sirens in Tucson when I grew up there. Living down by 5th St, we could hear them test every Saturday at 11AM. I was young enough that I fretted that the Russians would figure out that was the time to attack. After we moved up in the foothills, I never heard another one, and was told years later that they hadn't been tested in a very, very long time. Tornados? In my years here I think I've heard of three tornados touching down, saw one, but only one hit anything and it was...you guessed it, a mobile home park. I think that was 78 or 79.

She's probably hanging out with my ex!

Well you're a lot of help... 😆

I know - I had one, years ago. Vile swill - is there a good Australian beer that you upside downers export?

Sir, you failed twice in your answer to me. One - I agree with the premise of repealing such laws, which can lead to repealing similar unconstitutional statutes, for instance, I support GOA and FPC financially in their campaign to overturn NFA 34, or at least the parts rendered moot by the BBB. Second, - you did not ask me if I had, indeed, contacted USPS about the proposed regulation, which is done. I was pointing out the trickle down of information to the local post office was lacking. Having stated this, I will back out of this thread and wish everyone an excellent day in freedom.

Last time I saw Schlitz for sale, it was $.99 a six pack. Yes, that cheap, probably 30 years ago. I cannot remember the last time I saw one after that. Most American beer is tasteless, though. Gimme a Czech Star of Pilzen, and I am a happy camper.

I sent out a tool to a pard the other day through our local PO, (which is actually quite well run, 100% difference from the one in the town I left 5 years ago.) and I asked her first about the proposed rule to ship handguns - she had no clue. She stopped and looked it up on her phone right then and there, and exclaimed, "it's only a proposed rule"...I know, but shouldn't you guys know about it? BTW, most of our local PO employees seem to have working brains. THEN I really blew her mind and asked if she knew the nationwide injunction that allows Firearm Policy Coalition members to carry firearms in US Post offices. She had no idea, and while we were talking, the "No Guns" sign was about two feet to my right. I explained that one to her and where to look and showed her my ID card, so she knew what an FPC ID card looks like. There are no names or dates on the card, BTW. Now, why would we ship through Post Offices? When UPS and FedEx both tell normal civilians they cannot ship, then what is left? The last time I had to ship a firearm was my shotgun to Ken Griner, and the FFL I used charged me up the wazoo...to send it by USPS. Personally, I'd rather UPS for shipping of dang near anything, and yes, I am familiar with the stolen UZI, the guy has a nice long thread about it on Arf.

I just came back from the celebration of life for one of my employees who passed away in a single vehicle accident. Very sad. So, I decided I should represent the Department in uniform, as I expected the staff who said they were going to show up would also be in uniform. Nope. Just my dumb butt. Oh well, hand, meet sore thumb. Now mind you, I've been up almost 24 hours straight by this time - as I write this, I still haven't gone to bed because my loving wife is sleeping for her shift tonight. I will suck down some more coffee, pretend I am doing a 96-hour evolution on board ship, and drive on. So, what does that have to do with it? When I am really tired, sometimes I focus on odd things, and I realized how many of the people there had no idea who anyone else was OR details about the deceased. I was told for a few years he had no kids, never asked, turns out he had four, two natural, two adopted. Ok, interesting, but understandable - work environment is not the same is off duty, and the number of coworkers who hang with me off duty is less than 1. The church is one of those new churches, with TVs everywhere, electro-gospel songs on the overhead, cameras on the preacher, (this room is NOT big), slide shows, and behind him was the band. Drums, keyboards, electric guitar...I grew up with organs in big churches, pianos in the smaller ones and choirs wearing robes with draped over goofy neckties. Ok, times change, I get it. People kept coming up to me after the service ended and thanking me for my service, (THIS is why I never ever, ever, wear a Navy hat), and I want to say, hey people, it's not about ME. I am just trying to represent for a good officer who suffered a terrible fate. We DID have the Honor Guard there who presented an Arizona flag to the widow with much ceremony; they looked razor sharp. There was lunch served afterwards that I apologized and excused myself from attending. So, why is my barely awake behind pontificating with such sound and fury? Because I don't want anyone to go through this when I croak. Wanna get together? Two or three of ya go to The Irish Cowboy and have fish and chips while hoisting a pint of Guiness. Or meet up at the range and shoot a few rounds. Go to the library and read science fiction quietly together. Clean guns. Go fishing. Load ammo. Bake bread. Do something fun with the ones you want to. Speak up when you want to. Case in point - during the sermon, (a sermon during a funeral trying to convert attendees?), the preacher says our lives are like vapors that dispel rapidly. I so wanted to say, no, mine's a fart. Can't say that in church, but you CAN do it while drinking a beer around a pizza with friends. You can even fart while saying it - nobody will smell a thing over the extra garlic anchovies... I just don't want to waste anyone's time over my useless wrinkled behind.

I don't think I want to be anywhere near that place. I'd rather make nitroglycerin while juggling flaming chainsaws and riding a unicycle.

Nope, it was a colorful put together cardboard display base that had 6 figures, IIRC, Luke, Leia, Han, Chewy, Darth, and the Jawa. The figures would just sit on the base. It wasn't sold in stores.

Glad to contribute to some other dudes fortune, then, I guess.