Marty and I got in the car Saturday morning, and started driving North-East, simply because that's the one direction I had not travelled since moving to Denver. Well, I guess if I'm splitting hairs, there are a couple of other directions, like South-East, and East. I've been North to Wyoming, East to Grand Junction, South to Taos.
This trip landed us for the night in Oogallala NE, where we dined on killer-good prime rib at an old-tymey theme restaurant, and stayed in a $40/nite motel run by a very nice Japanese guy. Stuff like that always amazes me -- how do you end up,say, growing up in a suburb of Osaka, and landing in a tiny town in Nebraska, running a motel????? Life is strange.
Next morning, we drove as far as North Platte, NE, drove by Buffalo Bill Cody's ranch, stopped at the Fort Cody "museum and store" (90% store, 10% museum)-- where we did actually find something cool, and fairly cheap. For eight bucks each, we were able to buy an actual copy of LIFE magazine from the week we were each born. That was really something to peruse!
We also bought some ammo for my Glock at a creepy store in "some town, I forget which" -- seriously! I can't remember where the heck we were -- run by an ancient guy with huge hearing aids who also tried to sell Marty a Jimenez pistol. $179. We'd never heard of Jimenez Guns before, so he begged off, but got the guy's card in case he wanted to follow up.
Then when we got home, he Googled to get some info. Jimenez is probably the crappiest pistol made in the USA, down near the San Diego border. Like, blows up in your hand crappy. Needless to say, he passed.
He's been whining about how his pistol's too big, and he wants a smaller one. I love mine, and think it's the perfect size. What a great Christmas present. Next stop is my CCW class. Woo hoo!
