Updated and bumped: On my mini-vacation, I did find time to do some volunteer community service work. By the way, this reminds me of a story that my older son told me. You will recollect that he is a tattooist. Well, another fellow, who fancies himself as an amateur tattooist, decided to tattoo his name on his own chest - while looking in a mirror. My son and his boss had to fix the result.
Feel free to alert the media.
Had a great trip down to Midlands (a small town not far from Charlotte, North Carolina), where there was a small gathering of the Paco clan at Bro Paco's house. For amusement, we did some target shooting, and I got to try out my brother's Colt AR-15, and my nephew's Springfield Armory .45 pistol (I also used up some old .38 spl. ammo with my Ruger Police Service Six). My nostrils are still savoring the aroma of the gunpowder, and I recollect with pleasure the slight ringing in the ears after an hour or so of shooting. The day was capped with a splendid meal prepared by sister-in-law Paco, consisting of beef tenderloin, green beans, small, tasty potatoes, and sourdough bread, washed down with - what else? - sweetened ice tea.
I should mention, as well, our side trip to Outdoor World and the Bass Pro shop, an enormous store for the outdoorsman (and possessing a fine selection of hunting rifles and shotguns, plus one of the best inventories of ammo I've seen in a great while).
I see that the Comment Academy had a stimulating session in my absence. Glad to see the place was left in good hands.