Happy Birthday Veronica - Sorry I Am Late

Hers birthday was August 10th, her voice was a voice of my youth and all I can say is that it was the voice of an angel. I am writing about Veronica Yvette Bennett maybe better known as Ronnie Bennett, or Ronnie Specter of the Ronettes. She is 75 now and I would still love to meet her and tell her what I think about her voice. God does listening to her songs, those of the Ronettes, bring back memories; it was a different time.



All the best,
Glenn B

The Shittiest Thing About Living Is That...

...there truly are no do-overs. Most of all, I wish I could be granted a do-over for my childhood but it's never going to happen no matter how much I wish for it now. That's a shame for anyone like me who wishes likewise because it's not like you are wishing to change something you did as an adult, something for which you can often make amends if it went wrong. The thing is, you were not responsible for most of what happened in your childhood - it was your parents who were responsible for that. How I wish I could have had it happen a different way than it did, too bad my parents never made it better. Oh well, no use in crying much more over that I suppose, hell I am about to turn 63 but it still hurts thinking of it all and much better it could have been.

Then again, I wish I could go back and make it better for my children than it was but somehow I think I have at least been making the effort all these years now although I am far from perfect. I know I was certainly a better parent than either my father or mother but maybe that is not saying much - they were monsters. I hope my children know though, that I tried to be better than them and was as good as I could be as a parent. I certainly tried to be a better parent than were my parents and that was not easy with my upbringing and I am sure I was better but who knows if that was enough. I do know my children, both adults for quite the while already, turned out much better than I ever would have expected. They are fine upstanding citizens and my daughter is also a super-mom.

I would only hope that, if my grandson could realize what I am talking about, he would understand and appreciate how I treat him. In other words, maybe I was not the best father but I'll be damned if I am not going to be the best grandfather that I can be and I hope that makes amends for wherever I was lacking as a parent! I am going to spoil him rotten but only when no one is watching.

I love my family very much even if that has not always been as obvious as it should have been. Thank goodness for grandkids who can kind of, sort of, almost be that do-over that we have wanted to make amends.

All the best,
Glenn B

Those Were The Days

All the best,
Glenn B

God Damn, Well I Declare...

...opportunity knocks! A gun I have wanted for awhile is about to be offered for sale in the not too distant future. If it is in good or better condition, I may bid more than it is worth, by the book, to finally acquire one. Then I may retire from gun purchases for quite awhile, if not forever, because I am broke enough now to now I'd have to be a fool to buy one of them. Then again, they do not come up for sale often and I'd be a bigger fool if I let this one pass me by (if in good or better condition).

Wondering what gun I am talking about? Go fuck yourself if you think I am telling. I am not about to say which maker & model number it is if only because I don't want to completely give away any hope of getting my hands on it but truth be told I have mentioned wanting one before. This particular gun is my holy grail so to speak. Want to compete with me for it, then guess which one is it and where and when it is being sold, and try to out price me. I may leave you spending more than you want. The anticipation is killing me.

All the best,
Glenn B

Trust Or Idiocy

I wouldn't trust you (or my best friend or even my son) with this but if you wanted to give me a million bucks to have you toss those at me like that - well, okay if the money was up front and I was wearing chainmail!

All the best,
Glenn B

Torched

At least the flames have been ignited. I opted to permanently delete my Facebook account today. One possibly good thing about Facebook is that they allow you to download all of your posts and photos in the vent you want to use them on another site or come back t Facebook later on; I said possibly because who knows what spyware they attach to the download. Anyway, enough of Facebook for now.

Someone recently wrote about an alternative to Facebook that does not collect user data, that is conservative leaning or at least neutral in that regard and that is used by the likes of folks who would read my blog. I signed up but didn't record user name, password or even the site name. Any suggestions, maybe is someone suggests that site I will recall it as the one for which I signed up.

Thanks,
Glenn B

The Latest Boomers

I promised to show pictures of the latest two rifles I picked up at auction a week and a half ago, then promptly forgot all about them until I took the Winchester 290 to the range two days ago. Got stuck working yesterday so first chance I got to do it was now, that is once I remembered I needed to post pics. So, without further ado, here they are:

 
The Winchester 290 is pretty good shape. There are some minor dings on the stock and foregrip but nothing that goes all the way through the finish. The blued parts probably have 95% plus of the original finish remaining, the receiver (which I am guessing is aluminum) shows wear and I am guessing has at least about 85% finish remaining. After shooting it at the range to days ago, I can say it is a decent shooter at least as a plinker goes and it might be more than okay for hunting squirrel. If I decide to keep it I will throw a scope onto it to see how much better I can get it to shoot with one in place. It operated okay at the range with two exceptions. When the bolt was allowed to close with a fully loaded magazine, it did not strip a round the first time. I had to pull the bolt back again, let it fly forward again, and then it would load the first round. It would then load properly for each subsequent shot but I had to repeat the process the next time I loaded a fresh compliment of rounds into the mag tube. I am left wondering if that is a safety feature or a glitch. The other thing about it that was not problematic but certainly was not what I would want in any of my firearms, especially a 22, was a horrendous trigger pull. I am guessing that the amount of force needed to pull the trigger was at least 12 pounds and maybe more. Regardless, I was able to pretty much hit what I was shooting at with the target at 15 yards, standing, unsupported hold.

As for the Savage, I have not fired it yet, still do not have any ammo for it. The photo I have of it shows some of its features such as an AccuTrigger, AccuStock, an adjustable cheek piece and an adjustable muzzle brake. That is not a stock photo but the pic used for the auction catalog of the actual gun I purchased.

 

I also will have to get a scope for the Savage, another reason it has not been fired yet. I am not going to spend an arm & a leg on glass for this rifle but figure to get something of at least decent quality - possibly in the $300 to $400 price range, or less if I find a good bargain; whichever price level though, that has to wait until I am back in the black. In the beginning, I am just going to slap whatever extra scope I have around (I have a couple of real cheapies) on it for its first range trip. I may also slap one or three of my grandson's Huggies on my right shoulder considering what I have heard about the recoil from the 300 WIN MAG cartridge.

 

All the best,

Glenn B