This is my gallery. It is where I put a bunch of different kinds of stuff which is not necessarily related to anything.
I turned my head for a few minutes and my assistant started goofing off. I found him reading another one of those "long-haired" books. Boy...good help is so hard to find these days
Click HERE to see pics of some of my favorite field gear
My favorite joke:
So there is this job placement service for lice. The
phone rings one day and it's Paul. Paul is a louse living in Omar Sharif's
mustache
"I'm having a tough time over here. " Paul complained. "I can't get any sleep.
I mean the women keep kissing Omar and waking me up. All hours of the day or
night. I need to keep a schedule, you know. Can't you get me a different
location?"
"Well, let's see what I can do" said the clerk. He rustled through some papers
and came back on the line. "I have an opening in Tony Curtis's hair. How does
that sound?"
"Great" said Paul. "I'll take it".
So Paul moved over to Tony Curtis's hair. The next day the phone rang again
and it was Paul.
"You know?, I am having a difficult time with this. I mean it's not too easy
living with Tony Curtis. The women, they keep running their fingers through
his hair. He's got a really nice head of hair by the way. But I keep getting
rustled out of my sleep. It's driving me crazy. Can't you do something else
for me?"
The clerk went back to his files and came back on the line.
"The only position that we have left available is in Rachel Welch's pubic
hair".
Paul thought it over and figured that it sounded pretty good.
"Yes" he said "I'll go with that. Thank you very much."
Well, the very next day the phone rang and it was Paul again.
"Hello, this is Paul"
The clerk was a bit irate by this time. "Oh, what could be your problem now?"
Paul cried " I'm back in Omar Sharif's mustache!"
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My favorite piece of art
"Odd day rain" by Nathan Richardson, Lauffen a.N, Germany, 2009
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I ran into these gentlemen while on my way to a victory day parade near Kazan, Russia. It's not often that an American gets to see actual Red army WW2 veterans so I had to stop them and ask to take a picture. They said to me "Go home and tell them that we are still alive". So that's what I am doing.
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I don't really collect edged weapons. I have just sort of picked a few of them up along the way. But after I put them in a pile and made a picture of them it dawned on me. yes, I guess that I collect edged weapons.
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My assistant is in his car on his way to work. He does not have to drive very far to get to work. Which is good. Because the car does not have any gas in it.
This is my WW2 German bunker stove. With and without mess kits.
This is some of my SS insignia
I'll put some more stuff here later