But back to things. The items represent an expenditure of eleven Federal Reserve Cartoons, each humorously labeled one "dollar."
The booklets came at one FRC each, no negotiation involved. The taper crimp die traded for $7.50, a 25 per cent reduction in the ask. That's especially sweet because I've been wanting one against the likelihood that I may need to start rolling 9 mm.
The mink oil is even better, half off the tag price, or $1.50 and NIB. Did you know that mink oil really comes from minks, usually Chinese ones in today's market? I didn't until I wikied it. Like you, I love it the stuff to soften certain leather -- slings, dress belts, gloves that got wet, and so forth. (Never holsters.) But it took the internet to teach me it will make my skin soft, smooth, and radiant. I think I'll pass. My hide is none of those sexy things, but there are occidental mink all around Camp J, and that makes me fearful. Certainly among the locals there may be a bull mink who fantasizes Asian, and I'll bet a randy mink jumping my face would sting.
Lessee. What else? Oh yeah, the Fort William book was sort of a mistake. I stupidly assumed it was a history of Fort Laramie which began life as Fort William -- named Fort William by Mr. Sublette whose first name was William. S'okay. After years of studying Rocky Mountain trappers, I need to know more about the Frenchies and their eastern fur trade.
One more thing. I'm diddling with the idea of going back today. If Wehrmacht Browning 1922 and the Remington 760 (another one of those damned things?) are still on the tables, I could re-open negotiations. If that happens, and if my pals find out about it, they will snicker and smirk and point rude fingers at me and make stupid cracks about a guy who can't make up his mind. Scroom. I mean, were they clever enough to get half-off on a cask of mink oil?
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