If I go to the local gun club during the week, we will have tables of old friends sit and talk and suck up all the free air.
Not one person has dark hair all white or gray. We start talking about our aliments, lack of money, the high cost of shooting, lead, powder, and primers.
As you walk in to the club house, you should have a space set a side for canes, walkers, and oxygen tanks. The only thing we are missing are young girls with the candy stripe uniforms pushing carts with food with the covers on them.
We talk about the good old days, then we all go to Mcdonalds for coffee. One guy who could buy and sell most people, will always ask for a cup for water and he fills it up with soda so he does not have to pay for it.
I guess you can say, on Wednesday's the sick, the lame, and the lazy occupy our club as most don't shoot any more. After all the thousands of dollars we have all paid in taxes, equipment and entrance fees, I guess some of us feel that we earned the right each week to sit back and reflect of good days gone by.
My wife and I are going today to the local cemetary to purchase our plots. In regards to the gun I shoot, I want it placed in my casket just in case there is trapshooting where ever I will be going.
My friend Luther told me the other day, that when I die, I will probably be looking up. I responded by saying the good die young, and you will probably bury us all.
Steve Balistreri