Another year. Another failure on my part to go to the county fair. #bucketlist
Aaron zeroes his Ruger 10/22 while Dan hones his skill with his Sig P226. Not shown: me taking my first shots with my Sig P229.
They both did better than I did, but by the end of the hour my groups were getting tighter and we’re inching closer to the 10 ring.
Thought I would sneak out early and buy my wife an anniversary present.
She’s been with me for 18 years, after all, and she’s been terribly decent to me.
Mostly. The scars on my back don’t count. :o)
I think elites abandoned the Western Canon in part because Mortimer Adler et. al. made it “middlebrow” during the mid-20th Century via the Great Books series.
That’s rather ironic, given that there is nothing middlebrow about Heroditus or Henry James.
I think now we’re coming full-circle, returning to the Canon, albeit with some interesting additions – more women, more “people of color.” I expect the Canon will grow, and that the intellectual fights going forward will be about what to add, not what to eliminate.
All I want out of my next car is the body of a Volkswagen Vanagon, the power train and 4×4 drive system of a Ford F-250 Super Duty Diesel, and the comfort of my Infiniti QX-56, all for about the price of the latter.
I know, I know.
But a guy can dream…
Thinking about taking the boat out.
Realizing I have to get gas first.
Thinking about the cost of 260 gallons of high-octane.
Thinking some more.