That doesn't make me *less* of a man, does it?

To watch a chick flick (written by a well-known writer) about relationships, of all things, and to think, simultaneously:

"How depressing!"

and:

"How beautiful!"



I've not been eating too much soy (with its vegetable estrogen) lately, have I?

I swear to Gawd I spent better than a quarter hour today talking about variations in 1911's with my father. (Have y'all met my father? Interesting guy. 4 decade L.E.O., history major, old Coooper Gunsite graduate, redneck liberal, intellectual, firearms afficianado, reloader, moderator, etc.)