The show is done now.  The final show was last night.  I have some of my freedom returned to me now!

But I’ll never forget the experience.  I was a part of something special… Especially the Friday Night Showing that we did.   There was some wind and rain… it rained through the whole show.  But it was the best show we did.

The dancing girls, wearing their thin white Egyptian costumes… dancing in the rain… arms raised, shoes kicked off… I witnessed the pure joy in those dancers, dancing in the rain like that… it was the most beautiful stage performance I have ever witnessed.  It was an honor to be there.   The audience must have thought so too because they didn’t leave.  The audience was just as packed at the end as at the start… they stuck it out in the rain, thunder, and lightning… and it was a fantastic show for everyone.

I’ll never forget it.

I’m writing this post to a certain woman I know who is unappreciated and mistreated by her husband.  You know I’m into bikes.  I love all motorcycles.  So forgive me the Moto-Metaphor.  Anyway.  One of my favorite brands out there are the Triumphs.  Classics, all of them.  The old ones, even more so, even more desirable because they are now rare.

I knew this guy once.  He had a great old Triumph.  But he ignored it.  He pushed it aside in his garage.  Eventually it ended up in the back with an old paint tarp thrown on it so he didn’t have to see it and it ended up with some junk piled on it.
What he didn’t know was that old Triumph was worth more than his newer bikes, even worth more than his house.  But he didn’t realize this and didn’t take the hints about it… and he only paid attention to his new flings.
Finally someone asked him for it and he gave it up… just to get it out of his garage.
The new owner knew what he had.  He cleaned it up.  Turned it up.  Restored, very easily and simply it to what it should have always been…  People saw this classic Triumph riding around town… Every biker would double take and rubber-neck looking at this fine machine.
The old owner was mad.  Demanded it back… but it was too late.  New owner just laughed and enjoyed his new Truimph.  He rode it everywhere… Just enjoyed riding that wonderful machine.

To the person I’m writing this too… You are a Triumph in every sense of the word and your husband doesn’t realize your worth.   One day he will.  And it will be too late and it will be his loss and not yours.  Don’t let him throw a tarp on you.

It seems that the news media would have us believe that most of these wild fires across the west have started because of target shooting.
This is bullshit.
I’ve fired millions of rounds, and the only fire I caused was when I fired tracers – after protesting because I thought there was a risk – and lit half of Camp Williams.  Regular ammo just doesn’t cause fires.  I doesn’t.
The Libtards are going to use it to enact more gun control.

Luke and Sarah Adams, my friends and my Holster Makers Extraordinaire have just had their first child.

The labor was a long drawn out horrible affair, but all is well now and the baby is reportedly healthy and well cared for and loved.  We all hope he starts making holsters with Dad soon!

Congratulations, with all my heart.  Luke, give her and the baby a hug for me!

For all you guys saying the lead time is too much – Give them your order and cut them some slack – their whole world has just changed.  For the better.   Your new holster will get to you and you will be happy you had the patience.