Up, up on The Range

I was in Buhl.
I didn't want you to be alarmed, so I didn't tell you I'd be leaving. I'm sorry.

I'm back now.
And how.

I shot a pellet gun. About 15 minutes later (after I signed on with the County Sherriff's as a sharp shooter), I held and fired a .22 caliber pistol. I won't do that anymore. It was very loud.
Plus, I'm better with a pellet gun. You should see the Nabisco canister riddled with dents.

I sat by a man who was unable to control the decibel of his voice. He tried to make casual conversation: "THIS IS A GREAT YEAR FOR RASPBERRIES!"

I drank the finest water in America. (Good.)

I visited the largest iron-ore pit in the world. (Big.)

I spent five hours at a casino. (Boo.)

I heard a 59 year old marriage speak:
"Are you speeding?"
"You're seein cock-eyed. You need new glasses."
"This is true."

And:
"No, I...I can't remember that fellow's name."
"You're old."

And:
"I was one sick cookie."
"You're old."

And:
"You're old."
"You're old."