I used a straight razor to trim around my beard when I was in the Navy. Mentioned it to my dad. He asked me if I changed hands for the other side.
(Think this through dad. I'm still alive. Of course I didn't change hands!)
Her husband introduced us up in Alaska. When I learned she was getting a divorce, I waited a suitable length of time (3 or 4 microseconds) before asking her to marry me. That was 36 years ago.
My father was a combat vet of WWII and Korea (artillery). He only told "funny" stories about what had happened to him, even when I was active duty. Then I found and read his diary of Okinawa.
Later I was told a couple of stories that my cousin knew.
If Dad didn't have PTSD (and he might have)...
When I spotted this pair from the living room, they were maybe 40 yards away. By the time I had raced to grab my camera, change to the telephoto, etc. they had wandered further afield. Naturally, I haven't seen them since.
It got a little pricey when I did mine, since the feds wanted yet another $200 for each item moved from my name into the trust. But I feel better knowing that when I croak my family won't be under a short fuse to dispose/sell the toys.
Let me add that I know the ChargeMaster 1500 is not the most accurate scale on the planet (RCBS says it's accurate to +/- 0.1 gr, the same as my tweaked 10-10 scale). For instance, I have read that G. David Tubb weighs his loads to the granule.
A few personal points:
- I am not by any stretch...