I planned on getting up and being over at Wal-Mart at 7:00 a.m. today. We had heavy thunderstorms come in this morning, and it was pouring rain. Big thunder boomers and lightning. Didn't get in to Wal-Mart until after nine. There's a reason for going early. I wanted to be there when they opened the sporting goods section , so I could get some .380 pistol ammo. Time to start carrying the Walther PPK, too hot for a vest so that lets out my bigger carry guns. But, if you go to the Sporting Goods section, to the ammo case, you have to work your way through a gauntlet of old retired guys who hang out there. That part of Walmart has replaced the barber shop as the place to smooze with people you don't know. So getting ammo is a real trial. These guys want to know what you are looking for, why you bought what you bought, and they want to tell you why you bought the wrong stuff and what you should have bought. I know people get lonely, and I have nothing against these fellows but I don't want to visit.
No joy this morning though, I got snagged as soon as I got to the sporting goods section, by Squirrel Man. He's a nice old guy , he hangs out at the park and feeds the squirrels and birds. The birds will light on his finger if he holds out his hand, and the squirrels crawl all over him. The kids love him. He's a veteran to boot. But he's a garrulous soul and he loves nothing better than to just chat. I wanted to get in and get out, but I spent awhile listening to his dissertation on .22 LR. I figured common decency required I do at least that. He's a good man. I try not to be rude to people who don't deserve it.
There wasn't anybody from Wal-Mart at the sporting goods section, and I couldn't find anybody try as I might, so I finally just picked up the other things that I needed and left. You have to find the one person in the whole store who has the key to the ammo cabinet. I can't count the number of times I've wanted to buy ammo there and couldn't find anyone to unlock the ammo counter. I have plenty of .380, but it's "the good stuff" and I just wanted to run 50 rounds of cheap ball through the pistol before I started carrying it again. There were at least 100 boxes of 22LR there, of all different makes and types, so I guess the .22 LR drought is over now.
Update on the London Terror Attack. Looks like 7 people killed, 48 wounded. The three terrorists were also killed.
In the Mail Box:
Off Grid is out again. There's the usual boring section on martial arts, and an article on keeping a positive mental attitude in a crisis.There are some reviews of knives and rucksacks. Basically, it's one of those issues more oriented towards the outdoors than anything else, which is not my cup of tea. But, it has a good article on Grady Powell. I like this guy. I first saw him in a survival show some time ago, a one off thing Discovery Channel did. He's been in others since then but I haven't seen them because I don't get the television channels they were on. Powell seems like a down to earth person, not a poseur like "Bear", or some of the psychopaths they had on "Dual Survival."
The June Emergency Essentials Catalog came. If you need it, they have it. I've bought a lot from them over the years. The only times my orders haven't met my expectations was when I made mistakes. Like the time I ordered 4 food pail wrenches, because I thought they were all the same size, and found out the hard way they are not. Emergency Essentials would have taken them back, but the whole order was less than $20.00, and you never know when I might need that size.
If you needed any more motivation to detest the Left, this will provide it. I'd like Liz Wheeler even if she wasn't a beautiful blond. I mean, maybe not so much, but I'd still like her.
Thought for the Day.
One Picture is Worth a Thousand Words:
My favorite Sesame Street Song:
I saw on Kymber's blog she mentioned her favorite Sesame Street Song. So here's mine! (It's a Weird Al parody)
And Gorges has been up to visit the Amish country , so I was reminded of this Weird Al song as well.