I've been doing some work for another lawyer who is good at rainmaking, but not so good with pleadings. It's a common division of labor in law firms, but who knows how it will work out? Anyway, Jim (his name) invited Chris and me and the kids to go to his gun club and shoot today. Now I should note that this guy is incredibly gregarious. He belongs to all sorts of clubs, the Masons, the Odd Fellows, several others, he's the grand poobah of this and that, and always doing something. He's not the stuffy sort, very funny and down to earth.
We went out and Chris and I shot our 22 pistol and our 32 pistol, and Jim had a sniper rifle that we had to use a rest to shoot and a couple of other rifles and a Glock and a Sig Sauer, and a lot of other stuff. It was the first time the kids ever shot, and they had a good time, and it was the first time Chris and I had shot in many years, and we had fun, too, although I definitely need new glasses. We were shooting on a rifle range, I put my target at the closest place, 40 yards, and I am used to shooting at 50 feet. So I was very happy to just hit the target at that range with my 22 pistol.
Anyway afterwards we went out to dinner, and one of the stories Jim told was about an alcoholic beagle he used to have that lived in his frat house. The dog was smart enough to know that if he knocked over a beer, no one would challenge him from drinking it off the floor. |
