I wrote previously about my youthful experiences in the Playboy Club, with ‘friend’ Chip. (Playboy Club Memories)
(and my unrequited lust for Bunny DJ, who treated us both well!)
It occurred to me there are additional stories. This is one of them.
(Sadly, it’s NOT about DJ…)
I’ve written before about having been a semi-pro magician in my youth. Chip also dabbled in magic – it was one of the things that (unfortunately) bonded us. So, we looked askance at those who pretended to be the real thing.
Charlatans, we called them.
Often, in the Phoenix Playboy Club, they had a medium/mind-reader. His name was Dr. Richard Ireland. He was a Phoenician, and had a church here surrounding his psychic abilities.
We looked askance at him, as well.
One night, when Chip went to the club (I had to work, or something). Dr. Ireland was doing his act, part of which was having his eyes covered with gauze and bandages, followed by a cloth blindfold. Then, he passed around a large, glass bowl to receive ‘offerings’ and questions from the adoring crowd.
And he began to do ‘readings’.
Chip decided to play his game. He was certain the good doctor couldn’t see anything, trussed up as he was. Chip wrote him a check (which was undoubtedly rubber – knowing Chip), folded it into the smallest package possible, and dropped it into the bowl.
As the evening progressed, Dr. Ireland emptied the bowl and answered questions placed therein. When he got to Chip’s check, he did not unfold it. As he had with the previous questions, he placed it on top of his head – even if the bandages and blindfold were not in place, he could not have seen ANYTHING.
And he said, “Mr. (last name excised), Thank you for your most generous contribution. But I must return your check to you, so that you may sign it!”
Of course, all jaws in the room dropped!
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy. – Hamlet (1.5.167-8), Hamlet to Horatio
(DJ, if you are out there, please email me!)
My apologies, posting this Sunday night. Monday morning early, the contractors will allegedly arrive to finally begin closing the dry wall beneath the previous plumbing leak. This has been since MAY, so we’re taking a ‘we’ll see’ attitude!
(from The Firearm Blog, in part)
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Just for me to drool over. Most of you know, I cannot afford a cap gun, much less a new real one!
Kelly McGillis said she plans to apply for a concealed carry gun permit after she was assaulted by an intruder in her North Carolina home Friday, June 17.
The actress, who is best known for playing Charlotte “Charlie” Blackwood in “Top Gun,” recalled the scary incident in a recent Facebook post.
“Upon entering the house I notice a pair of girls pink sandals and a black larger pair,” McGillis wrote. At first, she thought it her daughter might be home and she called out several times for her.
“[But then] a stranger, a woman, came barreling down the hallway and began yelling at me. I asked her who she is and why she was in my house and she said ‘you know why you’ve been stalking me in Twitter.’ Not true.”
The 58-year-old wrote that she keeps guns and ammunition in her home and was concerned one of the intruders had gotten a hold of them.
“That’s when I started to panic” and “ran out the front door and called 911.”
McGillis wrote that the intruder ran after her and “began punching and scratching [me] trying to grab the phone out of my hand. I began screaming as loud as I could hoping someone somewhere might hear me.”
It was a Friday night so not many people were around, McGillis explained. She managed to set off her car alarm since she had her car keys in hand. “More fighting ensued.”
McGillis ran to her truck and drove off. She eventually flagged down another driver who called 911 for her.
The intruder, 38-year-old Laurence Marie Dorn, was arrested by the Henderson County police and charged with second-degree burglary, misdemeanor larceny, misdemeanor stalking, assault and battery and interfering with emergency communication. She is being held on $60,000 bond, according to her arrest report.
McGillis wrote that she was left “scratched and bruised” but is “very thankful it turned out well.”
She added, “But who I feel heartache for is the little girl that was with her. Mental illness takes many hostages. I don’t know her name… but I would like to asked that you pray for her and her mother.”
In a separate post, McGillis shared her plans to protect herself from future invaders.
“I have decided to get a conceal and carry permit. And you can be sure I will be setting the alarm from here on out.“
This isn’t the first time McGillis has been the victim of assault; she and her girlfriend at the time were raped in 1982. She has said the experience led her to play the role of attorney Kathryn Murphy in the 1988 film “The Accused,” based on the gang rape of Cheryl Araujo.
O-kay. She owns guns, but left them in her house, and failed to set the alarm!
Just because you no longer live in L.A. doesn’t mean you are safe. Hopefully, she gets proper training and her permit and starts setting the alarm from this day forward…
Some folks don’t get second chances.
When I was a young man, my thoughts often drifted to, well, women. And my lack of success with them.
I wrote in this venue some time ago about a friend, Chip. A sleazy character, to be sure, but I was lacking in friends at the time. And needy. One of the reasons I became his friend was his success with women. The polite version was he was simply brazen.
And I wasn’t either.
He liked to portray himself as successful elsewhere, as well. Nice cars, clothes. The appearance of money. Even if he didn’t have any. Toward that end, he joined The Playboy Club.
Something I could never afford. I could barely afford the magazine – not that I ever bought any…
But, The Playboy Club was a pretty neat place. Women in sexy Bunny costumes serving you drinks and food. Pretty good food, as I recall. And live entertainment. Not generally sleazy, but burlesque.
And we always dressed as if we belonged there. As businessmen. (The membership allowed guests!) And we got to know a couple of the Bunnies. (“D.J. – where are you?”, he said longingly.)
I remember one time when Chip invited 10 or 12 of his co-workers there to celebrate a mutual friend’s birthday at the club. Then left the bill with the birthday boy! Come to think of it, that may have been the last time we darkened their door…
But, it was a different time, at the height of the sexual revolution (the late 70s), with most women not yet feminists. Now, the clubs have closed, and Hefner just sold his mansion. Even the magazine stopped publishing nudes last December!
Guess the Internet changed many things.
(D.J., seriously. Call me…)
(And, now for something completely different – as promised)
22 VETERANS COMMIT SUICIDE DAILY
Even ONE of these heroes making this choice is unacceptable! (Day #7 of 22)
I’ve always liked fine blued firearms. Even though my corrosive sweat destroys them when I’m within six feet of one. 🙂
Had a friend years ago who picked up a Colt LW Commander for $125 (This was the 70’s). The slide was in bad need of refinishing. He spent hours with steel wool and degreaser, followed by a cheap cold blue. (Birchwood Casey?) Never got it to look right, and later traded it for an early S&W model 60. (Which I later acquired 🙂 then had stolen 😦 )
I spent years touching up my various blued firearm and parts with cold bluing and bluing pens (and scratches on alloy frames with oxide pens!) Never seemed able to get bluing solution of a quality formula (this was pre-Internet). I did hear there was one Canadian formula, though. It was like the Holy Grail of bluing!
Years later, a gunnie friend was helping a neighbor with her recently-deceased husband’s firearms. He’d a 50’s vintage Colt Python that had developed some rust issues in storage. We cleaned her up and applied a good cold blue. It was like color-changing steel magic! Colt metallurgy was excellent! (Of course, it probably ruined the value the unadulterated gun would have received.)
My own NM 1911 (The Bob Hall Signature Model) had a blued slide that had been dinged-up and developed some rust and pitting. The frame was a stainless Vega – no issues there. I tried cold bluing a number of times, but was never happy with the result. Eventually, I coughed up significant funds ($200, in 1983?) and had Robbie Barkman work his magic, coating the whole gun in Poly-T and putting NP3 on the internals and mechanicals.
She looks worn on the edges today, but still runs 20K+ rounds later. All I do is change out the recoil spring every 3K rounds, or so, and keep her lubed with lithium grease.
And nary a rust issue to be seen! 🙂
And enterprising (shooter and other) visitors to the Phoenix area…
(It’s not my fault! The NRA/ILA dropped the ball – Guffaw!)
Table Mesa Recreation Area is a very popular with recreational target shooters, off-highway vehicle riders, equestrians, mountain bikers, hikers, and others because of its close proximity to the Phoenix area. Unfortunately, this area is also prone to illegal dumping, littering, and debris that need to be cleaned up. Volunteer clean up events are the only way to keep this heavily used area an enjoyable place to recreate.
Please bring water, work gloves, hat, sunscreen, trash pinchers, buckets, and wear long pants and sturdy shoes. 4WD and OHV vehicles are useful.
The event will be held this Sunday from 8:00 to Noon.
The Table Mesa Recreation Area is located off I-17 (Mile Marker 236) and Table Mesa Road. Head west on Table Mesa Road, then north on the frontage road. Follow signs posted at the end of the pavement. Volunteers will also be on site providing more information and directions. Please park in rows as directed by signs and volunteers when signing in. If parking along a road, park only on one side of the road to prevent blocking traffic.
We regret the short notice asking our NRA members to come out and volunteer. Many have in the past and we hope you can help this Sunday. If you can, please wear your NRA shirt or hat to identify you as a NRA volunteer. Every volunteer counts for this event!
Unfortunately, I will be unable to attend. 😦
This is one my favorite desert shooting venues (as it was Bob Hall’s) and is constantly in need of attention. Please help if you are able.
(Well, Here We Are, March 5, 2011)
I’ve been posting something (sometimes
copied stolen from others, sometimes amended, sometimes original) EVERY DAY since March 5, 2011. Sometimes multiple somethings…
Along with a quote, funny, beauty and a You Tube clip.
What a long, strange, but mostly good trip it’s been…
I began blogging, as I’d been reading other’s blogs for about eighteen months (being on disability, and wasting time on the computer). It occurred to me “Hey, maybe I can find a woman who likes guns” this way?
I did. Unfortunately, the female gun bloggers I first found were in Idaho, Ohio and Indiana. If you didn’t guess, I’m in Arizona. So much for THAT idea! 😦
They became my Blogmothers™
Two remain today – Brigid and Tamara. The others stopped blogging. (I don’t think I had anything to do with it.)
This blog has seen me through good times and bad times. Loss and regain of benefits. Skin cancer (post recovery from lymphoma) and minor injuries. Loss of good friends like Mark Bell and Bob Hall.
But the BEST, and most surprising part, are the friendships I’ve developed through this medium. Who knew?
A huge thank you goes out to the generosity of people I only know through the Internet, who have offered me support, both moral and financial. And given me gifts! You know who you are…
I miss those who are no longer blogging, by choice or life circumstance – North, Matt, Maura, CoolChange, William the Coroner and many others. (If I’ve left you off the list and you are still around, please forgive me).
I am SO GRATEFUL for (in no particular order) Bobbi, Doc in Yuma, Ron, Proud Hillbilly, Paul, Kevin Baker and the other Kevin, Southern Belle and KX59, Tom, Biff, Keads, Bluesun, Wirecutter, Jim, Greg, Kenny, Quizikle, Sean, Irish, Jeffery and Wilson.
And especially Murphy, Brigid, ASM826 and Borepatch! And Judy, my roomie!
And my dear friend Dave the genius (who prefers to be called Dave the mechanic) who sends me multiple funnies daily to possibly include in the blog! And who – when he is in town – takes me out for Red Devil pizza! And who has been a loyal friend since 1973.
And to all you loyal folks who don’t blog or even leave comments but bother to stop by – THANK YOU!
I don’t know what the future holds, but I do plan to continue posting some useless nonsense daily for a while longer.
It gives me something on which to focus – a routine and discipline.
FIVE YEARS! Here’s to five more!
(Now, if I could just find that WOMAN!)
FTC – Red Devil gives me nothing!
from The Firearm Blog
I loved my Browning! Sadly, she was lost in the vault theft some years back. 😦
Some folks acquire firearms without knowledge of their specific manual of arms, or even how to strip them down for basic maintenance or cleaning.
This showed up in my email from TFB, so, I thought I’d pass it along.
(Yes – it’s ‘older’ technology, but JMB was a genius! Folks like Gaston Glock stand on his shoulders!)
(via my dear friend Rev. Paul)
With all the bad press aimed at police departments around the country – and sometimes bad things do happen – we don’t hear enough about the good things they do.
The Officer and Harley: A Lesson in Kindness
It’s a parent’s worst nightmare. Your child is off somewhere in the world without you and something goes wrong. With children who have developmental disabilities or mental illness, something is bound to go wrong at some point. So you craft action plans. You practice what to do. You get their care providers on the same page. You hope your action plan will work if and when needed. Many times it will. But there’s always the possibility that one time, in some ordinary place doing some ordinary thing, something will go awry. Then what?
The Anchorage Police Department has a volunteer training program to help its officers make the best possible decisions when encountering people with autism, fetal alcohol spectrum disorder, post-traumatic stress disorder, brain injuries, depression or any other condition that can affect a person’s behavior and how well he or she might respond to police.
For parents, the worst nightmare isn’t the meltdown. It’s how other people will react, and then how your child will react to them. Will the others — store clerks, passersby, waiters, managers — be well-meaning helpers who unknowingly muck things up even more? Or maybe they will be disrupters and increase stress and tension as they try to firmly get matters under control. What then? What if the police show up and rattle off a bunch of questions or issue orders at your child, who can’t handle being addressed in that way? Will your child run off? Lash out? What if an officer tries to put their hands on your child, who cannot tolerate touch?
The worst nightmare is that someone will get hurt.
Harley Hamilton, a senior at West High living with downs syndrome and autism, gives Anchorage police officer Matt Fraize a side hug at Sagaya City Market on Wednesday, Feb. 24, 2016. Watching at left is DeVon Brentlinger, one of Harley’s caregivers.
Hamilton asked a friend, Angie Fraize, an Anchorage police officer who serves with her on the Governor’s Council for Disabilities and Special Education, what to do. Fraize helped coordinate a coffee date for Harley with her husband, Matt, who is also an Anchorage police officer. The goal? Get Harley to understand police as helpers, as safe people she can trust.
“The face of law enforcement is changing with the times. But we have to. We have to show people that we are human. That we are dads and moms,” Angie Fraize said over coffee last week. She grew up with an uncle who had Down syndrome, and one of her two daughters has the condition.
Matt Fraize, a large man who once played football for the University of Washington, showed up in uniform to the coffee date with Harley. He asked if he could sit with Harley and her mother, who suggested, “Harley would love for a handsome man in uniform to sit across from her.”
Harley hugged officer Fraize, beaming during the half-hour visit that ended with a ride home, without Mom, in the police car. During a second meeting, Harley tried to tickle officer Fraize, nuzzled his side, gave a friendly head-butt and a quick kiss to his right shoulder before they walked over to his patrol car, holding hands.
“A lot of us are parents of kids with special needs. And so we get it. We have the same fears for our children,” Matt Fraize said.
Heroes like Officer Fraize need all the good publicity they can get. This is a wonderful program.
I commented on Rev. Paul’s posting of the above story that news of a positive nature is not considered news. The dictum ‘if it bleeds, it leads’ came to mind.
I hope that most of the men and women in blue are of Officer Fraize’s mindset, rather than the stormtrooper/Gestapo/’us against them’ mindset. Too often, it’s only police misconduct that makes the news.
As the good Reverend said, this story needs to go viral! So I’m doing my .02 worth. 🙂
Bayou Renaissance Man recently regaled us with a story, and a photo:
Now and again commercialism gets so weird that it jumps the shark. I think that’s just happened (or is that ‘happened again’?) in the shooting sports. 5.11 Tactical, an otherwise respected producer of so-called ‘tactical’ clothing and related products, has announced at the 2016 SHOT Show that it’s developed – wait for it – ‘Raven Range Capri‘ trousers for women, which have instantly (and inevitably) become known as ‘Tactical Yoga Pants’.
The funniest thing about them, to my mind, are the comments left by readers at The Firearm Blog. Here’s one exchange.
- I weigh about 280 lbs. I think these might have a slimming effect on me and be quite stylish at the range.
- HAHAHAHA… does the term TMI mean anything to you??? just kidding dude…
- TMI or BMI??
- You go, um, guy. You go.
- Not to be critical but I think you would exceed the maximum tonnage limit.
There are many more at the link. Click over there for a good laugh.
Of course, this isn’t the only time 5.11 Tactical have produced something, shall we say, ‘tongue in cheek’. A couple of years ago they came out with the ‘Tactical Duty Kilt‘. I particularly enjoyed the fact that it was available in ‘tactical’ sizes up to the mid-50’s . . . which would indicate (a lack of) fitness and physical dexterity that’s anything but tactical!
(Yes, I do own a ‘Tactical Duty Kilt’. My wife insisted I had to buy one for the sheer hilarity of it. No, I won’t post a picture!)
While I can appreciate both the sentiment and the photograph, I do fear many of the potential customers will not come close to resembling the model above.
I own a 5.11 shirt (long-sleeve, O.D. green in color) which is of fine construction and quality. It was a Christmas gift. (5.11 gave me nothing, FTC!)
Thank you, Peter, for the Rule 5 moment. Or perhaps multiple moments…