I usually get up to the magazine from southern California in plenty of time for the bimonthly deadline. Not this issue. I was late and way behind. But getting up here late doesn’t lessen my workload; it just stretches out the number of hours I have to work each day. There’s less time to relax, visit, or spend with friends. That said, three of us, Dave Duffy, O.E. MacDougal, and I went shooting anyway and depreciated a huge amount of ammunition on a hillside up behind Duffy’s house. Duffy, of course, is the fellow who publishes this magazine. Mac is Dave’s poker-playing friend from the old days.
After a hard day of knocking down cans and collecting brass, we got back to the office and discovered that Dave’s old college buddy, Bill, had stopped by. Dave and Bill began talking about old times, but the phone rang and took Dave out of the conversation.
I, in the meantime, had disassembled my rifle and there were pieces in my lap and some on my desk. Mac was off in the corner reading a copy of the last issue of BHM.
“What are you doing with that?” Bill asked.
I looked up. He was talking to me. I looked down in my lap at the gun parts I had there. “I’m cleaning it,” I said.
h/t Gen. Early
My God, that was good!!
Ahhhh the gents at BWH! This should be required reading yearly, for every citizen of this Republic.
Sorry, friend … there are no longer any Citizens of the Republic.
USSA no longer functions as a Republic … only Subjects of the State exist.
I had that same conversation with my little brother and his demon possessed concubine more than once . I had a hard time holding my temper just reading it .