Tam and I went Friday; it's my turn "in the barrel" this week, working an early shift Friday and Saturday to cover for a retired co-worker who won't be replaced. ("Him? What'd he actually do here?" --Cover a lousy shift, it turns out).
That shift is pretty rough on me. Add in absquatulating to the Indy 1500 with only a hasty stop to brush my hair and powder my nose (etc.) , followed by walking half the length of the State Fair from our parking spot (it's Garden and Patio Show* weekend, too), standing in line for ten minutes just to get in and then walking the amazingly-crowded gun show end to end on hard, hard floors and it was all I could do not to fall asleep on the way home.
Still, it was worth it. I didn't buy any guns (Tam found two!) but I saw quite a few, including an uncommon Benelli handgun. I did pick up a Roper-Whitney punch, except it's a Roper-Jennings, an older version in a metal box. (One pictures some sort of industrial love triangle, with Roper leaving poor Jennings sobbing by the forge). And a book (Some Went West, by Dorothy M. Johnson) and we both bought one of these, a kind of a super-spork ('cos there's some things that just need sporking).
...And with that, I must depart for my second early shift. Oh, what fun, though a little extra at payday kind of makes up for it.
* With mini-gardens named after Indianapolis neighborhoods, including the snooty (and not part of UniGov) Meridian Hills. I wonder if, should you dally too long, a nice policeman comes by and asks if you live there? Just for realism's sake....
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