Conversations in the little town nearest where I live can be startling. My neighbor Geiger Counter Guy followed me in his Toyota as I limped Landlady’s Jeep over roads it hasn’t visited since T died almost six years ago to the town’s one-and-only auto repair shop. GC Guy spends a lot of time and money there, and did me the favor of negotiating a fixed rate for the repair.
Did I mention GC Guy is into flashlights these days? He also spends a lot of professional time at trade shows, and so right away he started working his way around this shop handing out freebies. And that somehow morphed into a discussion of home defense techniques, which around here can be, well, I’ll go with legally questionable.
And I’d like to say to the unnamed guy in the beard, should he be reading this, that it’s not a good idea to discuss certain shotgun modifications in groups containing more than zero complete strangers. Particularly when the program includes a show-and-tell element. Just saying.
I take it a beer-guzzling, chain-smoking infant is part of a complete home defense philosophy? I’m unfamiliar with that particular system. Could you fill us in on the nuances of it? The system here consists of allowing undesirables to trip over three slow cats and excessive clutter. Seems to work as no one ever visits.
Oh, re the shotgun: cut shells?
Seems like Cletus is everywhere . . .
Sawed off, maybe?
Three men can keep a secret if…