...almost anything this old coot wants or needs. His gun. His knife. His tape measure. His small canteen. His ammo. And more.
I ran into him in the Park Plaza parking lot on my way to the folk music festival back a month or so. His hair was white. He had a long beard. He might have been an aged-in-grade hippy. Or a miner up from the Hassayampa. His attitude was older-but-wiser hippy, but the gun certainly suggested a miner.
Never did find out. But I certainly did admire that he crafted a little leather pocket for his cell phone (above, left.)
...almost anything this old coot wants or needs. His gun. His knife. His tape measure. His small canteen. His ammo. And more.
I ran into him in the Park Plaza parking lot on my way to the folk music festival back a month or so. His hair was white. He had a long beard. He might have been an aged-in-grade hippy. Or a miner up from the Hassayampa. His attitude was older-but-wiser hippy, but the gun certainly suggested a miner.
Never did find out. But I certainly did admire that he crafted a little leather pocket for his cell phone (above, left.)
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The belt also seems to act as a leather girdle. Hermano
Hey! You didn't admire the rainbow galuses! I'm amazed... then there's the putative black back support...
I bet he rides a Harley. Looks like a kidney belt he's wearing.
Yeah, a gun and a knife are really important when you're going to a shopping mall.
Actually, he was on his way to the folk music festival over at the Sharlot Hall venue. I don't know what ever happened to him -- they do have a "no guns" sign over there. Most of my friends who carry are very careful not to break that rule.
hee hee! Hurricane preps!
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