how great a state

1. I somehow managed to drag Better Half to a gun show this weekend, but to say it was a little disappointing would be putting it mildly – lots of antique stuff and war memorabilia, but even fewer modern firearms than could be found at gun shows in Southern Kalifornistan. Amusingly, a few folks on a forum complained that this particular gun show “only” had 200 tables, and, lo and behold, they were correct. Should have listened, eh? However, on the flip side, gun shows seem to be a bi-monthly event in this state, and other ones are supposedly better.
2. After visiting two gun shops and one gun show in person, and calling another shop, I was unable to dig up a Walther PPS to fondle. However, on the way back from the gun show, and on a complete and utter whim, I pulled into one of the oddest shops ever – a hybrid golfing and shooting store. On the one side, they had golf bags and clubs and balls and turf and gloves and shorts and shirts and hats and all that crazy stuff that guys with the short shorts and long socks need to go out and waste hours chasing around some little white ball. And, on the other side, hunting rifles, safes, shotguns, ammunition, pistols, and, amazingly enough, a Walther PPS – in 9mm, even. Yes, I fondled it. Twice.
I think I like this state. Where else would people complain about “only” 200 tables at a gun show (and be right), and where else could one find a store specializing in both golf and guns? Shiny…