This morning, I got to meet Mr. Garibaldi for the fist time, and like most people I meet for the first time do, the first thing he did was ask my about $&@# Murphy and Belle. Sigh.
I should have brought the dogs here. And I could have used them to carry all of the promotional swag I'm collecting.
Met Kevin of Misfires and Light Strikes, too. Lots of great people here.
A number of the regular bloggers are notably absent this year, and most of them are missed. Looking forward to seeing them again, either in Dallas next year or when I just show up unannounced at their houses because no one quits me, dammit.
There seems to be a shortage of booth babes this year too, and that's a bit of a buzzkill. But still, I'm surrounded by guns, gear and great Americans. And my President was great yesterday when he spoke to the membership. Life is great.
More to follow.