Here's the finished product;
It's a beautifully stitched left'handed cross-draw holster for my Uberti Colt SAA clone which will enable me to wear it in the fashion of Western icon Lee VanCleef, who always wore his gun cross-draw beneath a bad-looking coat.
After DPL petted Murphy and Belle for a while and validated their little egos, we went out to Chalmette Battlefield to see where the Brits under Packingham got totally shellacked by Andrew Jackson and his men, earning him a place on our money until Barack "I hate America's white heroes of the past" Obama unilaterally decided to replace him last year.
Then we went to Jackson Barracks, the Louisiana National Guard facility, to see and photograph all of the wonderful tanks and aircraft on display outside of their museum. which was regrettably closed on Sundays. And alas, as we drove onto post, the MP at the gate gave us two instructions:
1. You cannot take pictures here on the post.
2. If you do take pictures, they cannot show any of the buildings.
Well ok then...and damn. I interpreted that to mean "leave the nice camera in the car and sneak shots with the camera phone then crop the hell out of them".
So here's an F-15 on a stick for Juvat.
There was an F-4 Phantom in there too that I wanted, but I would have been seen trying for it, so I did not. I did get these great shots of their A-26 Invader, one of my favorite things with wings.
There were several tanks and armored vehicles there, but all were in direct line of sight of the MP who'd told us "no pictures" so there's none of those today. But rest assured, I'll go back soon and get the proper permission to get better ones.
We did find this groovy Dodge Command Car that really looked sharp.
I told DPL not to mess with it, but he did not listen.
Oh, wow. That engine has new wires and belts and obviously runs.
Then it started to rain on us so we drove back to the French Quarter where is was not raining and I took him to a bar that serves fantastic "Hangover Burgers" which are topped with, among other things, hash browns and a fried egg. Oh, heaven..especially when accompanied by a couple large Abita Amber drafts.
Then we wandered around the Quarter and got an after-dinner coffee.
Then we strolled some more and
Yeah, nice bag, right? Man walks down the street carrying that bag, people know he's not afraid of anything.
Then it was into Lafitte's Blacksmith Shop for one more beer.
It was a good day and hopefully he comes back again soon.