In the “It had to happen” department, this from today’s news:

PILOT’S GUN DISCHARGES ON US AIRWAYS FLIGHT

CHARLOTTE, N.C.– A gun carried by a US Airways pilot accidentally discharged during a flight from Denver to Charlotte Saturday, according to a statement released by the airline …
The article did not specify if he were twirling the gun at the time. Or how many mini-bottles of Jack Daniels he might have consumed. Or if the plane suddenly decompressed. But, by golly, taking a plane in the USofA can sure be a rootin’ tootin’ ye haw kind of damn good time.

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On Saturday, I drove my Durango to the Seattle train station and met its new owner there. The guy was the high bidder on eBay and had pre-paid a handsome deposit. He came up from Portland to take delivery. He was incredibly pleasant, gave the truck a good once over, paid in cash, and drove it away without mugging me. I spent the first of his money on the ferry to come home; it wasn’t counterfeit. Now tell me, with all the possible pitfalls in this scenario, how did it all manage to go so well? What shoe is still waiting to drop?

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So AARP, God love ‘em, has offered to help us oldsters with a free seminar on wise investments. Nice idea. It’s only their choice of location I question.