Bob Wright
Hawkeye
This is Sunday morning, the first Sunday of Daylight Saving Time, and we're on time. I set all timepieces ahead last night. I'm still wheezin' and coughin' and looking frumpy. Nita has left for Sunday School and church and I'm home alone. And will be until after lunch. She's gone to church then will eat lunch with my two sisters. I flatter myself in thinking I will be missed, leaving an empty seat in my pew.
I don't mind being alone, in fact I relish it at times. As Hambone used to say, "Sometimes I jest sits and thinks. And sometimes, I jest sits."
I've got brass primed and ready to load in the shop, plus some just sized and de-primed. And one lot of .45 Xtra Short ready to load.
Neither church nor the reloading bench is the place to be when you're sick. And it's not the sickness where folks really sympathize with you, but say "you're gonna have it for two leeks." Or "Been there. Done that."
So I'll just sit here and wonder how the world can go on so smoothly without me.
Bob Wright
I don't mind being alone, in fact I relish it at times. As Hambone used to say, "Sometimes I jest sits and thinks. And sometimes, I jest sits."
I've got brass primed and ready to load in the shop, plus some just sized and de-primed. And one lot of .45 Xtra Short ready to load.
Neither church nor the reloading bench is the place to be when you're sick. And it's not the sickness where folks really sympathize with you, but say "you're gonna have it for two leeks." Or "Been there. Done that."
So I'll just sit here and wonder how the world can go on so smoothly without me.
Bob Wright