Dear bobpbx,
I'm glad you think I'm fun to be around: I sure wish I were funnier! <:-P
Pop had much better stories than I do, and many more of them, but unfortunately he's no longer with us... Metastatic prostate cancer was his nemesis!
Bobpbx have you had a PSA and digital exam, recently? Don't put it off!
When I was in H.S., a bunch of us guys used to sneak into the bombing range around hunting season with an old, souped--up car. We'd load--up on scrap metal (brass and aluminum, mainly), and get outta there before the guys in the jeeps could reach us. The deer weren't stupid, either: During hunting season, they'd move into the bombing range, when bombing was discontinued for the hunting season...
It made us a lot more money than collecting Coke bottles for the 2 and 5--cent return fee --- and it was a lot more exciting, too! Once in a while, we'd find some 30 mm shells (unexploded), pull--off the heads and make firecrackers... However, we could never match the reports we could get from cherry or hammer bombs, so, our budding pyrotechnics venture fizzled--out... None of our parents dared know what we did, back then...
We were encouraged to bring our guns to school, then, too --- NRA Hunter Training Course with practise skeet (Blue Rock) shooting on the ball field after the late bell...
Maybe, I'll take you up on your offer, if Mom can go along, too. She likes to ride in the fall, when the leaves are changing color --- wants to ride along "Poor Man's Parkway" once again...
ebsi