Books. Bikes. Boomsticks.
Mind the sword, mind the people watch, mind the enemy...too many mind. No mind.
The Arms Room is like the Smithsonian, you may not be around all the time to visit, but there's something just right about it always being there.
if i'da had your poetry as provenance, i might have done a lot better by the many "time machines" that slipped in and out of my hands -and my showcases- over the years. lovely, tam.jtc
Tam, The Arms Room is the reason I began writing Carteach0. Not because I thought I could do better than you, but because you make it a good thing to do.Now, how about we take some photos of the iron, and you get your butt in gear?
And there I thought you were talking about the other other blog.On your last entry there, have you discovered the wonders of Dosbox yet?
"The Arms Room is like the Smithsonian, you may not be around all the time to visit, but there's something just right about it always being there." Well said. I second the thought. Made me think of living in Cody, and driving by the BBHC regularly....And actually going in once in a while. Malamute
That slim gun is just waiting to be re-iterated, in a modern version. They tuck away so neatly. And a slow lead .32 into the eye socket [or other soft lethally ouchy parts] of an assailant at touching distance? Should oughta be a severe discouragement - knockdown power notwithstanding - when'nif it comes to that point.Just a randomness, and apprc't the L'ville shooter tour,J t r pancythe - harvesting implement for pipe-playing goat legs.
Oh goodie. I luv me some of that Arms Room!Really.
It's my favorite thing.
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