Breathing air and taking nourishment is about all I have going right now.
Riding for the Brand
Recent assignment took me South of Denver. While well paid
for my efforts, they were assignments I didn’t care to do. My agent supervisor
asked me to do them as a favor. They have recently reacquired a past client
that needed these debtors contacted. She has agents in the area but none will
venture out in the boonies. Why? Not my circus, monkeys, or problem.
The assignments were generally in a line from Elizabeth, CO to nearby Roxbury Park/Chatfield Dam at the base of the foothills. This is an area I seldom traverse. East of Castle Rock are miles of rolling, mainly barren hills. Dilapidated building from the homestead era are scattered around. Among all of this are expensive two to three story houses with three car garages and new outbuildings on maybe, ten acres. Most likely they have wells and septic systems. Isolated comes to mind. The residents must have “town jobs” because their plots of land won’t sustain farming. I doubt few could even support a decent garden. Right now they are leading a lifestyle that is not sustainable in a severe economic downturn.
For me, these are no brainier assignments as most have closed gates. One picture of the home in the distance, one of the address/mailbox, and one of the gate I’m done. Report gets filled out as “inaccessible” and ten minutes later I’m on my way to the next fool’s castle.
Onward to Castle Rock and exurbia sprawl. Biden country – Boulder County lite.
Once a quaint peaceful little town, it is now tickytacky with several malls sprawled alongside I-25.
My reason for avoiding these assignments is returning
through Denver. While not yet up to the horror of Atlanta or Southern Cali, it
is a contender
Nebraska
As much work as I’m doing there I should move. Thursday and
Friday will be spent there. There is a narrow weather window those days.
Mundane
Thart is my life for the moment which makes, for me, writing anything interesting for the blog difficult. I do admire those who can put up something daily that is worth the time reading.
North American Arms, Provo UT
Endless hours can be spent arguing the merits of these tiny firearms. Spare us, please. These tools fit a narrowly specific need better than anything else for the specific user.
As always, YMMV
8 comments:
I read the other day, "Not my circus, not my monkeys. But I do recognize the clowns..."
There was profanity there, but out of consideration for your age and sensibilities, I left it out. ;)
Profanity? I can hear Sisty snorting when she reads your comment.
North American Arms fills a niche. There is nothing wrong with having a tiny pocket pistol handy just in case. I used to put one in the pocket of my white shirt behind a white index card.
My "Belly gun" exactly, except mine has the optional "simulated wood" grips.
"Bad breath range..."?
I like that.
LL
That is clever!
GB
There are YouTube videos where a skilled shooter is putting 5 rounds on target at 7 yards. With the caliber and short barrel, the penetration isn't much. Face/neck hits are needed. In the face of a carjacker climbing into you vehicle? Think that might stop the threat.
Old NFO
Exactly so.
Heh, this post reminds of a time in London in the mid '90s when we had a Derringer in the flat. An unscrupulous Frenchman, Jean Simone, took our landlady to Paris on a business venture, I'll spare you the details (nasty) but he went with a rider. Screw her over and we'll...
He was repellent. She survived. A criminal butler ran off with the pistol.
LSP
This particular derringer has a bit of history which need not be publicized on Al Gores invention.
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