|Sunset at Gloucester|
Supplemental Security Income helps blind, disabled, and elderly people with little to no income. Previously, it was understood that "mentally defective" referred to one's mental health. Citizens who have been institutionalized against their will are restricted from owning a firearm. The new definition of "mentally defective" has nothing to do with being mentally ill.
|Let's talk toys for a second, shall we?|
'When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.''It doesn't happen all at once,' said the Skin Horse. 'You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby.
|The Churchill books are first editions, and were a gift to me from my sister-in-law.|
|Yes, more military history. I know you're shocked.|
|Sort of mix here. Everything from my personal bible, next to shotgun books, and some Tom Wolfe.|
|This is the US in the alternate history where we lose WWII|
|Don't worry. I'll shut the DOE down in an orderly fashion.|
|It's more Brad Pitt, not so much John Wayne|
The Hi-Power was different. Whereas the 1911 is John Wayne, a big brawler with hams for fists, the Hi-Power is Brad Pitt’s Tyler Durden in Fight Club. It’s lean, sleeker, all tendon and muscle. The way the slide and frame narrow towards the muzzle, the sides stepping down in that iconic Browning look. Everything about the pistol seemed refined to me, deadlier. It was a Fairbairn-Sykes to a Bowie knife. The Hi-Power would leisurely, coldly, smoke a cigarette while it watched its victim bleed out. The 1911 would spout off some 1940’s patriotic John Wayne/Captain America lines before stomping out to go punch some more Nazis and Japs in the face. I was at that point in my life where I was tired of punching Nazis and Japs. I wanted to spike my hair, flip the collar of my jacket up, and smoke a cigarette. It was so different. I was in love.
|My Father-in-Law, James Barber, in Okinawa in the early 1960s|
|My friend, Steven Kasdan (center) in Okinawa a few weeks ago|