Good morning, GoGo. It's 66 in Louisville, headed to 86, which is several degrees cooler than it's been lately. Rain due later in the week, and I sure hope my neighborhood gets some of it.
I made it back to Knob Creek Range early Saturday and my rifle went bang every time I pulled the trigger, which was nice. I sent Greyfox a photo of my target and asked him to "read the entrails" as he puts it. Looking at that target, he recommended that I take up bowling or maybe shuffleboard. I hope that word spreads, cause I like being the underdog (lowercase u). So as not to besmirch my buddy Rick's good name, the truth is that he told me exactly what he saw and made some suggestions. If you can't be a good shooter yourself, the next best thing is to have talented friends who keep encouraging you, right?
Another Monday to check off Mikey. Hope you get to all Saturdays soon.
I have another meeting with my money man pretty soon, Charlie. All those guys want you to have at least $1 million invested with them before they say it's OK to retire. I understand that, but it ain't gonna happen with ol' Mikey. I think what has him confused is truly believing my monthly expenses are as low as they are. He's also befuddled by how in the world I managed to get a hot, young trophy wife (Miss Cindy). I started trying to explain that I was attempting to catch up with JR Carter the damcowfarmer, but his eyes glazed over.
Have you guys noticed we've had a visitor on the board lately? Some guy using the handle Voldoc02. Reminds me of a good, good friend who kind of vanished a while back. Just seeing his handle again makes me smile, so I hope it continues.
Y'all have a good Monday and be safe out there.
PS. Hey, Doc, did you hear the one about the Hoosier who fell off the wagon?