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Happy Birthday, Dad, Belatedly


Yesterday, November 16, would have been my Father’s 100th birthday. Instead, he passed at age 61.

There were so many life lessons he was unable to impart to me.

Calm reflection (he was an angry rage kind of guy); Moderation (he was an alcoholic and a compulsive overeater); Mechanical ability (I once saw him attempt to repair a leaky radiator hose with Scotch tape(!)  I was a kid, and even I knew that wouldn’t work).

But I knew he loved me.

After all, when I was born prematurely (and my twin brother didn’t make it) he hurriedly ran to the nearest church to pray for my survival.

He tried to make me an athlete, as he had been.  Alas, my developing a physical disability @ age 12 stopped those attempts in it’s tracks.  And from that point forward, he was unclear how to relate to me.

I only saw him cry once.  When he told me how proud he was of my graduating the Eighth Grade, and that I never asked him for money.  To be fair, I didn’t know I was allowed to!  When my Mother passed, he kept his grief private.

I’m certain his childhood was horrific.  A stern father who had been a Marine and railroad policeman, and his having grown up poor during the Depression.

He had not been raised to be a hugger.  I don’t remember him ever hugging me.  A firm handshake was the order-of-the-day.

But, he did teach me a few important things.  Loyalty (be true to your friends – he was to his); Honesty (your word IS your bond); and yes, Love.

He loved his wife (my mother) with all his heart.  Watching her die @ age 41 of emphysema must have been horrible. (I was in the Second Grade, what did I know?)  And in spite of the fact they were estranged, my (half)sister was his jewel.  He was very protective of her, which probably in-part caused the estrangement.  But she was another connection to his wife, which I don’t think she ever saw.

And he kept his heart disease hidden from me until it was too late.

He was flawed – he was human.

I love you and miss you, Dad.  Happy Birthday!

Significant Others and Firearms

I’ve not had a significant other (wife, girlfriend, etc.) for many years.  :-(  I’ve been fortunate that the last couple were interested in firearms and I was able to further educate them.

And both carried.

But, I saw a blog post on the Alien Gear Holsters Blog that caught my interest.  And reminded me of some others I’ve known with less-than-interested significant others…


With regard to how informed the significant others should be, I’ve two tales of woe:

A student of mine who worked at TMCCC with me had a wife who was vehemently anti-gun.  Before we met, he had talked her into allowing him to have a Glock 19 in their home.  (unloaded and locked away, of course!)  We were able to go out shooting a couple of times, and I was able to markedly improve his speed and groupings. Part of this involved what he referred to as his front sight epiphany!  (finally understanding how focusing on the front sight versus the target was the correct method to shoot).  He loved shooting, and became enamored with one of my AR-15 rifles.

You can see where this is going, can’t you?  :-)

Another one of my students had become proficient in assembling AR-15s for a local rifle manufacturer (as a side job).  He had also begun his own business to do the same.

And my student really wanted an AR-15!

Well, I connected the two of them, and a deal was made.  The rifle was made and passed to my student in the TMCCC parking lot (carried under disguise of a blanket).  Had we been discovered, both of us would have been undoubtedly fired, due to having a firearm on the premises.  (This was a few years ago).  But the exchange went fine.

Unfortunately, my student had been dishonest, as he neglected to tell his wife of the purchase!!

I disagreed with him, but, Hell, I wasn’t married to her.

He even kept the rifle bivouacked at a friend’s house (not mine), lest she fine out…

The morals and ethics in a marriage is for another blog post.

Ultimately, he was promoted, and had to move to Chicagoland, get a FOIA card (to get to keep his Glock), and was unable to take the rifle!  My understanding is he visits her (the rifle) when he comes out to the Phoenix TMCCC office.

The other story is of another TMCCC student.  We were good friends and coworkers, and again, his wife hated firearms.  But, he started with a .357 Ruger revolver.  Obtained his CCW permit and bought a 1911.  And carried often, much to the consternation of his wife.  But, he did obtain her permission.

Then, suddenly and unexpectedly, he died.  In going through his things, his wife discovered a 12 gauge pump shotgun (of which she was unaware).  She gave the revolver, the semiautomatic, and the shotgun to her son-in-law, who was a shooter.

Just to get them out of her house.

She received a call from a local gun store.  A gun which he had ordered had just come in, all paid for.  She called me, asking what she should do.  I suggested as it was all paid for, she should pick it up and give it, too, to her son-in-law.

That she did.

coonanIt was a custom Coonan .357 semiautomatic!

Too bad she just couldn’t stand firearms – she would have had quite a little collection.

I suggested to her, if she ever changed her mind (now living alone, and all) I’d be happy to educate and train her in firearm safety and self-defense.

No call to date.

(FTC – Alien Gear, Glock, Ruger and Coonan gave me nothing!  GO AWAY!)

Watch For Falling Rock

My Dad loved ARIZONA.  He was born in Rhode Island, and lived in Connecticut, but we moved out here for my Mother’s health (she had emphysema – better breathing) in 1955.  Obviously long ago (the air is much more polluted now!)

And we took many road trips to learn about our new State, it’s culture, geography and history.  Flagstaff, Tombstone, Montezuma’s Castle, Tuzigoot, Nogales, Horse Thief Basin, Tortilla Flat (yes, it’s a real place!)

falling rock

And, whenever we saw this sign during our travels, my Dad would always regale us with the tale of the forever-missing Indian, Falling Rock.


Of course, sometimes reality reared it’s ugly head…


We were never hit – heard a few clunks over the years, though!

Wirecutter – thanks for the memory flogger!

Prayers, Please!

My nephew’s son, Greg Daniels, will be going through neurosurgery tomorrow TODAY!@ the U of A Medical Center in Tucson.

He is a young man, and I don’t know the history behind the medical issues, but I have been a parent. Scary stuff.

Please keep a good thought, or more, if that’s what you do.


The Well-Armed Woman

(from Woman’s Outdoor News)


Scottsdale, AZ – August 20, 2015 – Finally, a women’s only online gun forum, sponsored by The Well Armed Woman (TWAW). With the numbers of women entering gun ownership soaring, there hasn’t yet been a comprehensive online community and gun forum created for women, a place where they can share and discuss all things gun – until now.

The Women’s Gun Zone offers extensive forums covering every possible topic important to women shooters of all ages. Women can ask questions and glean from other women shooters. News feeds, videos, photos, private groups where women can “gather” based on things they have in common, as well as places to share their own photos and videos are available. Popular forum topics include the following: Purchasing the Right Gun, Concealed Carry Holsters, Owning Guns with Children, Gun Laws, Pregnancy and Shooting, Defensive Shooting, Competitive Shooting, Senior Citizens, just to name a few. New topics will be regularly and can be added by users, so no question goes unanswered.

Visit The Women’s Gun Zone here:

Great stuff, what?!

Now Which Amendment Is That, Again?


A woman had her guns taken from her because her husband had a psychiatric issue. She’s suing:

The city took her 12 guns away in 2013. KNTV reports that she went to federal court recently to get them back. She contends in her lawsuit, which also seeks damages and an injunction to prevent future seizures, that she has a right to have guns in her home, despite her husbands mental health issue.

In California, of course…

from Say Uncle


Doppelganger (n.)  a duplicate person, as in someone who looks exactly like __________.

I never used to believe in such a thing.  I mean, each human being is an individual, there is no one else like them, right?


I have seen three in the past 20 years(!)

About two months ago, I was grocery shopping at the closest market to home.  Not because it was my favorite, but because it was close.  (Laziness?  Heat?)

I’m standing in the checkout line, and five or six folk ahead of me was a familiar guy.  Tall.  Large.  Built familiarly (if that’s even a word?)  He turned to push out his cart of groceries, and I almost yelled out his name!  He resembled strikingly BOB, my former PI and gun store boss!  Except the previous week I was informed by the original Bob that he just has had the lower part of his left leg amputated.  And I knew there was no way he would have been across the Valley, 30 miles from his home, and so ambulatory right away.  And this guy had more hair, a goatee and a pony tail!  Nope – not Bob!

But certainly closer looking to him than his brother!!

Another time, we were in a Mexican restaurant.  Because it was cheap, not because it was good.  And we were seated by the back door, and could see folks seated outside on the patio.  And there was Marla, a former girlfriend.  Same figure, same face, same laugh and mannerisms.  Except Marla passed away in 2004 – I have a copy of the obituary!

And there was my first observance with a doppelganger.  In 1995, about 4 months after the accident.  You know where I’m going with this…

The ex and I were window shopping at a large mall, largely because it was late Summer and air conditioned.  And a couple walks by with three children.  And number-two child looked exactly like Molly, except with blond hair!!!

I’m not normally the kind of man who faints, but I leaned up against the wall and closed my eyes to keep from losing consciousness.  And to keep from screaming and crying.  And my ex (who obviously had not seen her) asked me what was wrong.

And I nervously pointed.  At air.

There was a couple with children.  TWO children!  And neither resembled our daughter.


To only be able to see her again…

Father’s Day 2015

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So, it’s another Father’s Day.

This is my twentieth without Molly around.

My own father lost a son (my twin brother – name unknown to me), and a daughter, through a previous divorce.  He was not around to suffer the loss of Molly.  If he had been, I could have asked him how he dealt with such ephemeral matters.

I guess I know, at least in part, how he dealt – he drank and he overate.

Traits familiar to me.

Fortunately, I’m not an alcoholic and am dealing with my food issues.

If only I knew how to deal with the issue of loss.

Guess I am, in reality.  I’m still here.  And I have the love of my friends and family.

And that, my friends, is everything.

Go and hug your children and tell them you love them!  Because you never know.

Fame Through Infamy

Or worse…

I’m not a big fan of fame.  As a concept.

People seem to become famous based on the most ephemeral of things.  Birth, social status, excessively large gluteus maximi…

Or heinous acts.  Stalin, Hitler, Mao, Castro, Che’, Sadam.

Or acts of a more personal nature.

I hesitate to even mention.  The Duggars.

A family famous for having a bazillion children, now infamous for incest.

And much of the media seems to be focused on how the parents are defending the abuser.

And paying little attention to the abused.

You see, I know a number of folks who are incest survivors.  Men and women.

And a more vile action I cannot imagine.

Of course, allegations of abuse are not always valid.  That preschool in California, for example.

And rarely is there physical evidence years after the fact.

Personally, I think the media needs to stay the hell out of the mix.  And let the authorities, counselors and family sort things out.

But, that will never happen.

Hopefully, there is a special place in Hell for the guilty.

You’ve Caught The Burglar!

burglarHome invader(s), rapist, armed robber…!

Inside your home…in your yard…on the street…

You got the drop on him (them) and they acceded to your demands, dropped their weapons



Do you have a PLAN?  Coordinated with your family members?  Who is going to be where?  Who is calling the police?

You are in your pajamas and barefoot.  How will you identify yourself to the police when they arrive?


My point is simply this – HAVE A PLAN!  For inside your home and yard.  Coordinated with family, and perhaps even neighbors/block watch folks.

AND, if you get the drop on an armed robber out on the street, how do you expect to control them while you call the police?  Is there a kidnapping and false imprisonment charge in your future?

We’re told by the experts to plan what to do if an armed robber goes up to the cashier at the Denny’s where we are sitting.

There should be a plan already thought out for the aftermath.  EVEN IF NO ROUNDS ARE DISCHARGED.

Being an armed citizen is more of a responsibility than just carrying a gun.

Be prepared.

"One morning I shot an elephant in my pajamas - how he got in my pajamas I dunno!" - Groucho Marx as Captain Spaulding in Animal Crackers

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