A fine night in New Orleans

Sitting in my living room, watching A Bridge Too Far on the TV while I drink a nice red wine and clean rifles. So far I've done eight M1 Carbines and I'm on the second Garand now. Most just need a maintenance cleaning, swapping old lubricant for new, but shame on me, I've hit on a couple that were apparently fired and put up dirty. These are getting worked over until they shine while I curse myself for being sloppy with my post-range cleaning. But this is why I try to go through them all every once in a while...just to catch the ones that I might have missed. Every one of these WW2 guns is coming onto eighty years of age, although some were rebuilt as recently as the mid-1960's. Lot of history getting cleaned tonight, while I watch a period film about the battles these guns were made for and used in.

And the lazy dogs nap as the wine level goes lower in the bottle. A perfect night indeed, even with Murphy popping the window blinds up every time he hears something outside. But that's Murphy, so it's not going to stop. I keep telling him that passers-by don't need to see me working on guns, but it's Murphy and he marches to his own drum. After all these years I'd worry if he didn't.