The Royal Order of the Gun Club met this morning at our agreed upon, undisclosed location. It's been a long time since all the ol' six shooters were in the same display case.
Since our last meeting, we have been dispersed to Las Vegas, Disneyland, Alaska, Peculiar and parts beyond. We've been separated by the coniving cabal of constraints that life puts on men with stuff to do. It felt good to sit by the fake fire and sip a cup of the dark murky stuff that makes morning bearable.
The primary discussion of the Gun Club centered on one of our member's construction project, namely his conversion of an old shed in his back yard into a sort of Garaj Mahal. What started out as bare walls and floor now sports drywall, hardwood, lights, and still no bathroom. It's an exotic ice fishing house with no frozen lake....a Man Shed for those times when a man just needs no companionship.
All told, it was good to be among the bretheren - as always. The barrista seems to have made the adjustment to our meetings being held on Thursdays, the coffee is still good, the conversation vibrant, the advice flows freely as well as the grace to ignore it. Time with the Gun Club is time well spent.