Since were are on the subject

of firearms. You may recall, the one or two of you that read this blog, that I was pining away for a M1A. This past spring I became the proud owner of a M1A produced by Springfield Armory! The inner package came with a prominent label: Not Legal in California. That alone was almost worth the price. I added a couple of 20 round clips just to be sure that I fully piss-off a liberal or two.

One afternoon in June my wife called and requested that I pick up tortillas on the way home from work. On the appointed mission I passed through the sporting goods sections to check on the price of .308 ammo. It is a routine. I have a hungry mouth errr magazine to feed. There, in the glass case was a S&W 629 with a 4-in barrel. The price was about 2/3 of the best price that I had seen anywhere. What was I to do? I tried to flee but the temptation was too strong. I left the grocery with 5 boxes of .308, 2 of .44, and a new pistol. Walking through the parking lot I was contemplating a gun running strategy. Focused as I was on how I was going to introduce the family to the new arrival and explain why the college fund wasn't going to get its monthly contribution, I rationalized my purchase.

I forgot the tortillas and that was my real sin.