I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend. (J.R.R.Tolkien, The Two Towers)

When I carry a gun, I don't do so because I am looking for a fight, but because I'm looking to be left alone. The gun at my side means that I cannot be forced, only persuaded. I don't carry it because I'm afraid, but because it enables me to be unafraid. It doesn't limit the actions of those who would interact with me through reason, only the actions of those who would do so by force.

Marko Kloos "Why the Gun is Civilization"

Thursday, April 13, 2006

Road Trip

Just spent several days in North Carolina helping my son and his wife work on their back yard. Being only 5 minutes from the beach they have nothing but sand for a yard.
I actually made it down and back without getting lost this time. Last time I took an exit off Interstate 40 to get gas and ended up in downtown Raleigh. I didn't get to help with the really hard part...moving 15 tons of fill dirt from the front of the house to the back one cart load at a time. I had to be back in court for the funeral home break in...but the wheels of justice grind exceedingly slow and once again the case was continued until next month.

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posted by H. Stallard @ 9:01 PM   1 comments

1 Comments:

At 9:52 AM, Blogger CG said...

ok, I'll never understand why people want to move to the beach THEN make it into something other than beach. Deal with the sand! Topsoil not sustainable there! grin. Native habitat. Take Jim's example.

But hey, you can come over and help me mow! I am so far behind I'll never catch up by myself.

 

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