We went to the gun show closest to us. The traffic was terrible. There was some kind of big bicycle event going on up in the mountains. The police had traffic blocked in several places along the way, and often the road was completely choked with the spandex suit crowd, riding in swarms across both lanes, and happily backing up traffic for miles.
The gun show itself was ok but I was pretty worn out from the drive over, I knew the drive back would be worse, so we looked around and then just came home. Anti-climatic but it was foolish of me to have thought I could get to two shows so far apart in one day, especially on a weekend.
So I am home now, and having one of the beers my son left in the ice box when he was here in April. I don't usually drink beer but a cold one is just about right for this moment. He likes imported beer, so at least it's the good stuff.
Time flies when you're having fun.
|Me these days|
|Me, summer of 1973 Fort Benning, Ga.|