Hi, Guys!
This machine says that I'm supposed to post something, so here goes: SOMETHING.
There; we have that out of the way.
I'm no longer youthful, have no money, but I like to mess about with old guns, especially when I can do it on the cheap. Recently, I have become an official Old Fart and have a genuine Government of
Canada Plastic Card to tell me what my name is when I forget it. They also send me money every month as a reward for not dying. I think I'm going to try to keep this up for a long time!
I am (marginally) sane, I'm the nicest guy I know and I worked for a long time as a journalist, a teacher and a bunch of other things. I have a big hammer and a roll of baling-wire, so I can fix Harleys, too! My faults (and they are few, of course, being that I'm writing this up) include an insatiable addiction to Ross Rifles, an unconquerable love for the old SMLE and a general interest in anything that might have been used in the Great War or earlier.
I live in a small town in Manitoba, exactly halfway between Winnipeg and Regina: lots of flat land for trying things out. My best friend seems to be a 2100-year-old Egyptian wizard who drinks too much; I have written two very long novels of his adventures in the last couple of years and, right now, I am chasing out information for his next two adventures, one in 1066 and the other in 1918. It's fun.
Anyone sending a message will be answered, although it might take time: I might be stranded on a Viking ship again (the reason I wasn't here for a long time).
Take care, all, and happy collecting!
And, once again, I will post something: SOMETHING.
Have fun! That's what it's all about!