The Gift...

6 Now it happened that, while they were there, the time came for her to have her child,

7 and she gave birth to a son, her first-born. She wrapped him in swaddling clothes and laid him in a manger because there was no room for them in the inn.

8 In the countryside close by there were shepherds out in the fields keeping guard over their sheep during the watches of the night.

9 And behold, an angel of the Lord stood over them and the glory of the Lord shone round them, and they feared exceedingly.

10 And the angel said to them, 'Do not be afraid, for behold, I bring you news of great joy, a joy to be shared by the whole people.

11 Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is Christ the Lord".

Luke,2



Merry Christmas to all.

Get a Grip!

Last Christmas, my son gifted me with a Sig P238. I love the piece, but never liked the plastic grip panels with which it was issued. I thought the coolest thing for a mini-1911 would be wood double-diamond grips like the big guy. The closest thing I could find were Sig factory grips, but they were emblazoned with the Sig logo- no go.

Back in October, Og had a post about Altamont Corp., a manufacturer (USA!) of handles for things. I checked out their price list, & found that their products were more reasonably priced than the competition. I dithered.

I happened to show the link to the Mrs., & she sprang into action. Since yesterday was the anniversary of my annual orbit, Mrs. DT saw fit to purchase new grips for my P238:



Very nicely made, as thin as the originals, & more grippy to boot.
Good goin' Homey, & thanks for the tip Og.

I'm gonna be flashin' my gat all over just to show off...

Time Has Come Today

Mrs. DT & I went out to see a band last Friday night. We’re not big clubbers (anymore), but this band was of special interest- the leader of said band was also the lead guitarist in a legendary band from the sixties, “The Downtrodden Masses” (hey, stop laughing, it was the sixties!)

What made this band so legendary was the fact that I was the rhythm guitarist; that’s right rock fans, your humble host was a participant in the band that led the way in music development of the era.

What, you never heard of us? Well, maybe the memories are a bit distorted. Or maybe I lie like a rug. Whatever.

Here’s a pic of ¾ of the “DM” (bass player is AWOL):


That photo was taken at one of our college party gigs in 1968, at the rockin' age of 17 (I'm on the left, BTW)

Tomorrow I'll complete another turn around the Sun, & those days seem a tad distant now.

Gutters

need to be cleaned before the temperature gets below freezing.

Otherwise, you get to be a moron whilst breaking ice-encrusted gook & leaves from your eaves.

Poetic, no?

Forty Seven Years Ago

today, I was getting on the bus after school.

Our bus driver, Oscar, always had a little transistor radio stuck on his side window, probably so he wouldn't have to hear the rowdy bunch of animals he was transporting.

As we got on the bus, he was telling us that the president had been shot, & was most likely killed.
You coulda heard a pin drop- even among the boisterous bunch of middle-schoolers.

This was unheard of in modern society; violence like that only happened in the 1800's, didn't it?

I grew up a little more that day.

Further Proof...

...of the "two-country" syndrome.

A Mr. Gordon Ellis, Epsom NH school board chairman & Vietnam vet, gives a speech to a school Veteran's Day assembly. In this speech, Mr. Ellis defines socialism, communism, totalitarianism, progressivism and liberalism as enemies of our Constitution.

He is correct in his premise, & correct for so stating his assertion.

But take a look at the wheelbarrow full of crap that has resulted from a patriot speaking his mind; it's shocking, shocking I tell you that the po' chillen should have to hear the truth in an educational setting.

THAT should be left up to the edumacators...

Ch ch ch changes...

"The Dinosaurs smell a change in the air, and roar their defiance." *


Get out there & ROAR BACK!

*my favorite "local" quote, shamelessly stolen from Borepatch