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Picking favorites. Not cool if it’s your kids, but holsters don’t read.

Gibson Leather, Bruce Gibson Design, natural Hermann Oak leather OWB holster with rope basket stamp and liner. Roughout back panel.
Natural OWB with rope basket stamp, Barry King half-flower border, lined with roughout back panel.

This one’s a favorite. I built it last week along with a dozen others, but I only lined two of them. The other is the hammered finish I put in another post a week or so back. I like it, too, but I really like this one. That doesn’t happen too often. I should probably use the past tense talking about this–this one’s not mine anymore. It’s got a new home in South Texas, and it was interesting packing it up in that Priority Mail box and putting it in the hands of the Postal Service. It’s my hope the Postal folks don’t take it on a month-long tour of the Southwest. They did that with one a couple of months ago.

It was only here a few days after it was finished. I’ve got some I’ll probably die with, and others that aren’t finished yet, but already have “dibs” called on them. I’ll miss this one. But only for a few days–I’m building a couple more just like it.

That’s it for now. Thanks for riding along. It’s 7:30 PM here on the Redneck Riviera, and I’m calling it a day.

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DeJoy brings DePain

The US Postal Service is keeping the tradition of taking something that worked, and totally screwing it up.  Like when the government tried to run the whorehouse in Nevada.  They failed—miserably. 

We’ve had packages take nearly a month to arrive, after touring the country like music and circus acts used to do.  That’s Priority Mail—the “good stuff.” 

Credit for this goes to the latest USPS genius Louis DeJoy.  He’s the newest Postmaster General and he’s single-handedly taken a bankrupt but efficient operation and turned it into a bankrupt crapshoot.

Wednesday brings a new President. A dementia patient that will no doubt be in an assisted living facility by the end of the year. I suppose, in a way, the White House qualifies. Politically, I consider myself non-denominational. If disgusted was a party, that’s the one I’d be affiliated with. I doubt I’d be alone.

God knows there is no shortage of blog topics this year so far. All of them have been covered ad nauseam so I’ll spare you the re-regurgitation.

We’ve been through worse. We’ll get through this. What really sucks is that the Shit Sandwich is still on the menu. And, we all have to take a bite.

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