Dear CMP Customer, Order has been shipped...

Early Saturday morning, and I delete two of my posts, one for 9-11 and one about the election. I don't need them any longer. I am going to vote, and know why I am going to vote the way I will. I do still have to read and pay attention to the Voter's Pamphlets that they will be sending with all the candidates, pictures, positions and proposals. Then my wife and I will sit down at the table over a cup of coffee and make our selections in number two pencil, put inside the security envelope, put that inside the postal envelope, sign on the outside in black or blue ink, attach proper postage. Not that I am keeping score, but she often cancels my vote for someone or something - and I still love her, she will have to talk for herself, but she is still here this morning.

I woke as a cranky old man today, my mother and aunts would tell me that I am not old, that they are, but they are beautiful widows and are much closer to Heaven than I, I will have to keep working on it. My Dad and uncles are all ahead of us, wars and work and wear took their toll. A fine bunch of religious, hard working, very strong loving men serving God, community and families and making the America I am so proud of. That America one only gets a quick glimpse of in the media as the media tells us what to worry about next. I saw clips of Charlie's interview with Sarah, (I having talked to reporters only once for television) I think she did just fine - they edit all they can't use and then tease you on the news broadcast to come back and view the entire (?) thing later in the evening. I didn't need what they were advertising, neither the political parties nor the network are interested in ME. I went to Smackdown and enjoyed the noise (more talking than wrestling) as I read a fine book and laughed with my wife.

I find on my check of email that the Civilian Marksmanship Program has shipped my first order, and they gave me a tracking number and the carrier. I am happy, it is all the supporting books, DVDs and such I need to study to get to be a really fine rifleman. Of course, in 1967 through 1968 I was titled Rifleman, one each, Infantry when I wasn't an Officer Candidate. So long ago and a world so far away. In celebration and preparation for the material I will take some time away from my wife's attendance at a wedding to fire my rifles and work on the positions and perforate paper targets and talk to young shooters and cranky old codgers, and admire the ladies blasting away quietly, at the range. Time for that second cup of coffee, bye!