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Saying Goodbye To Bob @ Burro Town

My dear friend Bob Hall passed away February last.  He had suffered complications from diabetes (first losing a big toe, then the lower half of a leg), then ultimately acid reflux lead to GERD, and then esophageal cancer.  The last few months of his life, he was eating through a feeding tube.  Lost half his weight, and was fighting pneumonia which finally took him.

I had known Bob, first as my investigation boss at Tom Ezell & Associates; later as my boss at Legendary Guns of the West (where I worked part-time), since 1981.  More than being a boss, he was a dear friend.  We saw each other through the stuff of life.  I’ve a stepbrother – Bob and I are much closer.

He was always honest and true to me.  His trademark was nothing is so serious that a joke cannot be made about it.  Irreverent humor – Firesign Theatre and Monty Python quotes were often exchanged between us.

He was a crack shot and loved to go ‘to the desert’ to go shooting.  Even in his final days, using a walker.  And he passed his love of guns and The Second Amendment to his wife and daughters.

He didn’t want a somber funeral.

I heard from one of his daughters that this Saturday (yesterday) was to be his memorial celebration.  A caravan of his friends and family went to the desert to one of his favorite shooting spots, did some eating, shooting, then spread his ashes.

Bob’s favorite things, family, shooting and grilling – combined!

I was honored to have been invited, and was honored to bring and shoot my 1911 – a National Match slide on a Vega frame, with lowered Bomar sights, a Micro bushing, and Swenson ambidextrous safety,  hand-fitted by gunsmith Burke Hill.  Which Bob sold to me in 1983.

I dubbed her The Bob Hall Signature Model.  My roommate calls her Bobbie.

It’s been probably 20K rounds, and except for occasional cleaning, lube and replacing the recoil spring @ 3000 rounds, not much has changed.  She remains a tack driver.

Essentially a race gun (c) 1977.

And she is my companion when the Phoenix weather permits.

Bob sold her to me for a pittance.  He never profited from guns he sold to friends.  And I had to make payments to him, I was so poor! (having been a new father at the time.)

It’s only fitting I take her to what Bob called Burro Town to shoot her one more time.

For Bob.

So, about eighteen of us gathered yesterday.  Did some shooting – ate BBQ chicken with all the fixings. (including cherry cheesecake – Bob’s favorite!)

Then, we stood in a circle and shared memories of Bob.  There was tears and laughter.  Then Anita (Bob’s wife) asked those who wish to to take some of Bob’s ashes and place them about Burro Town*.

Then, we shot a simultaneous volley in his name.  All of us using guns once owned by him!

This is the photo the family chose to place on the food table.  Bob hated having his picture taken.


(*It was named Burro Town by Bob, due to the wild burros that wander the region.  Usually, we see a few.  Yesterday, they were absent.)


But we who loved him were there.



Just When You Thought It Was Safe To Visit Portland And Grab a Good Steak…

Joel posts THIS!:

Here comes a link from Landlady to further damage my calm…

State Supreme Court Finds Dogs Are “ Sentient Beings,” Not Mere Property, In Landmark Ruling

[T]he court granted legal significance to the dog’s “ sentient ”—his capacity to experience feelings, and pain.“It is really a landmark ruling,” says Attorney Lora Dunn of the Animal Legal Defense Fund—which filed an amicus brief in this case, on behalf of the winning side. “In this specific context, the animal sentience matters.”

Find me an animal, from an earthworm to a gorilla, that can’t feel pain.

“A landmark ruling?” That’s a scary ruling. “Feelings and pain?” By that definition, the rabbits currently infesting my yard and the pork currently warming my stomach are or were sentient.

I recognize that the word has such wide meaning as to be essentially meaningless. But as far as I can tell, the Oregon court just outlawed meat-eating. And for that matter, the ownership of all animals.

PETA (and their fellow four-footed travelers) must be dancing!

In homage to this well-thought-out (sarcasm) decision, I bring you the following, courtesy of Tamara:

a tamara steak

(Now, if I could only afford a good one… 😦  )

Where Does The Hatred Of Constitutionalism Come From?

Real News Reporter shares with us an essay by Brandon Smith of Alt-Market

The Constitution of the United States is an undeniably powerful document.  So powerful in fact, that it took establishment elitists with aspirations of globalized governance over a century to diminish the American people’s connection to it.  It’s been a long time coming, but in the new millennium, there is now indeed a subsection of the masses that not only have no relationship to our founding roots, they actually despise those of us who do!

Including the following video,  wherein a New Hampshire politician voices his opposition to libertarians moving into his State:

The essay IS a worthy read!

The New Digs

I used to live in Central Phoenix – I lived in Central Phoenix for 31 years.  Most of my childhood however, was spent in a ‘suburb’ of Phoenix to the S.E., the location of Arizona State University, Tempe.

I lived there from when my dad married my stepmom, until I got married and we found a house.

So the prodigal resident returns.  Tempe is surrounded by Phoenix, Chandler, Scottsdale and Mesa, so it’s land locked.  No more outward growth.  It used to be a college/farm town.  Now it’s just college.  But the population has more than doubled in the past 31 years.  And building has grown taller to take the growth.

Coincidentally, my new digs were built in 1981, an expanse of the the town to the South, when it was all previously either cotton or alfalfa.  This newer part of town is largely foreign to me, so it’s like moving to a new city, kinda.

I’m now sharing a townhouse.  No outside maintenance, but with a communal swimming pool, and community mailbox.  So, it’s a mixed bag.

Hopefully, we’ll save some money, though.

More coincidence in the PI biz…

When I had my own PI license, much of my work was for insurance adjusters locating people who had been held responsible for an accident, but had ‘skipped’ to avoid paying for their responsibility.
In the pre-Internet days, much shoe leather (and tire tread) was expended attempting to find such persons.
One case I was assigned was to locate a young woman who reportedly worked for (get this) a telephone company inside an electronics firm.  Huh?
I ran the usual drill:  directory assistance (no current listing); calling the previous good number (disconnected).
The electronics firm was a very large company with U.S. government defense contracts, so trolling the large parking lot for license plate numbers was out (armed private security).
I went to the Arizona Motor Vehicle Division (jocularly referred to a MoFoVee) and obtained a driving record and vehicle information for our ‘skip’.
The driver license had old data, and the motor vehicle record showed one vehicle, with a heretofore unknown address.  Huzzah!
The address was almost walking distance from my home office!
I had to drive-by a couple times to catch the vehicle parked at the new address.  Confirmed.
After preparing and sending out the report, I shared my good fortune with my wife.  She worked for a large electronics firm.  You can see where this is going, can’t you?
She explained that a private telephone company was resident within her company to maintain the thousands
of telephones and intercoms throughout the company campus, and connection intercompany with other corporate buildings throughout the Valley.
My wife had had lunch the previous week with my skip!  They weren’t close friends, but knew each other in passing, and happened to see each other in the lunchroom.
Who knew?
About a week later, they had lunch again.  My skip was apparently quite upset that process servers had found her and served her at her new address.  She explained to my wife that she had left the scene of an accident, so she had to keep moving to avoid responsibility.  She had no idea how they found her.
My wife had to keep biting her lip to keep from giving it all away.
Small World, eh?

"Round up the usual suspects."

In Loving Memory…