My favorite old college roomate, Mike and I were shooting M-1s at cowpies in a 50 mph gale, out on the prairie a few weeks ago and I thought of you. I mentally kicked myself for not PMing or EMing or some other kind of M-ing you, but I thought you would have more important things to do than reply to my blather. I was right. Congrats for the progress you have made so far! Welcome back, Richard.
What I'm trying to figure out was this: Why did I think of you at that particular time. Was it my friend's name, Banaszak? I don't think so. I believe it was a sense of incompleteness. You, with your huge house rebuilding project and he with his incomplete firearms experience. Despite living for the four years at Norwich with an M-1 on hooks right above your head as you slept, Mr. Banaszak had never, ever fired one! We fixed that. He WILL remember that experience, leaning into that bitter cold wind as he squeezed off eight.
But what is really amazing to me, is the fact that you have kept your sense of humor after losing so much. That is very inspiring to me, and I am very, very glad you will be around here to add a luster to our fairly plain digs.
Tracy