rburg
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Friday I got up way too early (like quarter after 8) and got going downstate to Mt. Sterling. This is the weekend of the big flea market deal. Its not strictly a gun show, but there sure are a bunch of guns and gun booths. It shocks Yankees when the show up and even grandma and the kids are a totin' iron. 35 or so years ago the standard of trade was the old single barrel shotgun. Some/most with the hammer. It wasn't unusual to witness a dozen or so changing hands in a morning.
My wife even reminded me that last year there wasn't much in the way of gun stuff last year. She won't be sayin' that next year. The place was packed with stuff. Of course I didn't buy any. I did see one tempting Model 37 with diamond grips for $425. Looked original and in good condition. I even got all nostalgic because everywhere I looked were familiar gun show vendors. It was like NGD or Lexington, but without all the riff raff. All private vendors just tradin' and sellin' their extra's (junk).
I got there and the first thing I knew, my buddy Ken was yelling at me. Then Jim/Pizza man, and Mike and whitey. It got to feelin' real comfortable. Every front yard, parking lot and even street was filled up. Think maybe 5 or 6 city blocks east west by maybe the same number north south. Time was it was confined to maybe the old train yard or stock yards. Now its subject to creep. Can't hardly get off the interstate without folks hawking their yards for $10 parking spaces. Kind of an economic boost to those smart enough to live there.
Its not a segregated community, either. Like in most southern small towns, folks don't really think about the family next door bein' black. Last year a black guy, I'll just describe him as a hustlin' fool, parked me down off the main drag for $5 in his yard. He wasn't out early yesterday. But stumblin' back to where I did park, he was out doin' his thing again. He felt good about making $250 last year. I'd have parked with him again had I seen him.
But instead I'm tryin' to die on y'all. I just can't hike that far in warm temps. Like to kill me right there. I was staggerin' like I was drunk. Draggin' my feet and couldn't even keep up with my wife. She was doin' her part by running out front to hurry me up. Last time I was doin' that was the spring of 2009 and ended up with bypass surgery that fall. They said they won't do it again, so the end is near. I tried to drive but getting back on the interstate I was having chest pains again. I needed some nitro glycern, bad. Of course my never understanding wife said just find a place to pull over. I figure if I'd tried to make it to the next exit, probably 15 miles up the road, I'd have been dead for sure.
Nurses are bad about other peoples pain. Its not hurting them a bit so there's no hurry. And I'd already fished the cute little high explosive bottle out of my pocket and foolishly given it to her. I just pulled over right there and demanded one. So if ya don' t hear from me again, its been fun.
My wife even reminded me that last year there wasn't much in the way of gun stuff last year. She won't be sayin' that next year. The place was packed with stuff. Of course I didn't buy any. I did see one tempting Model 37 with diamond grips for $425. Looked original and in good condition. I even got all nostalgic because everywhere I looked were familiar gun show vendors. It was like NGD or Lexington, but without all the riff raff. All private vendors just tradin' and sellin' their extra's (junk).
I got there and the first thing I knew, my buddy Ken was yelling at me. Then Jim/Pizza man, and Mike and whitey. It got to feelin' real comfortable. Every front yard, parking lot and even street was filled up. Think maybe 5 or 6 city blocks east west by maybe the same number north south. Time was it was confined to maybe the old train yard or stock yards. Now its subject to creep. Can't hardly get off the interstate without folks hawking their yards for $10 parking spaces. Kind of an economic boost to those smart enough to live there.
Its not a segregated community, either. Like in most southern small towns, folks don't really think about the family next door bein' black. Last year a black guy, I'll just describe him as a hustlin' fool, parked me down off the main drag for $5 in his yard. He wasn't out early yesterday. But stumblin' back to where I did park, he was out doin' his thing again. He felt good about making $250 last year. I'd have parked with him again had I seen him.
But instead I'm tryin' to die on y'all. I just can't hike that far in warm temps. Like to kill me right there. I was staggerin' like I was drunk. Draggin' my feet and couldn't even keep up with my wife. She was doin' her part by running out front to hurry me up. Last time I was doin' that was the spring of 2009 and ended up with bypass surgery that fall. They said they won't do it again, so the end is near. I tried to drive but getting back on the interstate I was having chest pains again. I needed some nitro glycern, bad. Of course my never understanding wife said just find a place to pull over. I figure if I'd tried to make it to the next exit, probably 15 miles up the road, I'd have been dead for sure.
Nurses are bad about other peoples pain. Its not hurting them a bit so there's no hurry. And I'd already fished the cute little high explosive bottle out of my pocket and foolishly given it to her. I just pulled over right there and demanded one. So if ya don' t hear from me again, its been fun.
