This has to be one of the strangest. I dreamt I died. Every one who knew me came to the funeral. not to mourn, just to make sure I was dead. My exwives were sitting in hte front row. When the minister got up and began the eulogy, telling what a wonderful person I had been, my first ex turned to the other and said, "One of us better go check the casket, I think we are at the wrong funeral."
Been under the weather the last week, and have not felt much like posting. Apros to any who missed me. There is a new indoor range in Junction City, go get some practice.
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