<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582</id><updated>2011-08-25T00:57:49.290-04:00</updated><category term='new life'/><category term='cheap'/><category term='frugle'/><category term='freedom'/><title type='text'>My Road to Freedom</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>189</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-3778863947591359487</id><published>2010-09-21T18:54:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T19:14:59.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DID IT MY WAY has passed on 7-29-2010</title><content type='html'>This is being written by the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SIL&lt;/span&gt; (son #2) as I am hoping the followers of this blog will be notified of Tony's passing. Our family is still in shock and having a difficult time with this as you all can imagine. We are all very close and Dad was just as much of a best friend as well as a Dad to us all. His humor and views on his blog were just a sample of how great of a man he was in real life but no different from his postings on his blog at all. The blog gave everyone a taste of his personality, views and knowledge but he definitely livened up any conversation and put smiles on many faces. He was the most unselfish, caring, loving, generous, friendly, intelligent, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;compassionate&lt;/span&gt;, straight-forward, honest, and caring man many of us have ever known. Although it hurts not to have Tony (Dad) with us, and our family outings, range time etc. will never be the same, I can only say we are very thankful for having such a man in our lives. Please, feel free to leave your kind words on his &lt;a href="http://memorialwebsites.legacy.com/tonycassise/homepage.aspx"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;memorial site&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;if you wish and understand that the entire family thanks all of you for touching him as much as he has touched you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Tony's Family&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-3778863947591359487?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://memorialwebsites.legacy.com/tonycassise/homepage.aspx' title='DID IT MY WAY has passed on 7-29-2010'/><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://memorialwebsites.legacy.com/tonycassise/homepage.aspx' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/3778863947591359487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=3778863947591359487' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/3778863947591359487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/3778863947591359487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2010/09/did-it-my-way-has-passed-on-7-29-2010.html' title='DID IT MY WAY has passed on 7-29-2010'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-2439265072258816123</id><published>2010-07-25T15:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T16:09:48.154-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Copy Attempt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/TEyU5milN2I/AAAAAAAAAHs/CPdMTFIZBvA/s1600/guns+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497932962431580002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/TEyU5milN2I/AAAAAAAAAHs/CPdMTFIZBvA/s320/guns+019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/TEyUuyRNDCI/AAAAAAAAAHk/RJXDgWo71RY/s1600/ColtACE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497932776601357346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/TEyUuyRNDCI/AAAAAAAAAHk/RJXDgWo71RY/s320/ColtACE.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not even Germany can copy The great Colt Ace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I own an original Colt Service Ace. This 22 was built to simulate the look, feel and function of the Colt 1911, and still is used to train people for the 45. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I paid a visit to my local gun store and much to my surprise found what is pictured on the right. The importer is : American Tactical Imports inc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                      100 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Air park&lt;/span&gt; Drive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                      Rochester, NY 14624&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                      &lt;a href="http://www.americantactical.us/"&gt;www.americantactical.us&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Manufactured in Germany by German Sport Guns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now Germany has some fine craftsmen, but I think this attempt is more of a simulator than an attempt to copy the real weapon. Because the cost for this gun is $367.00. The weight is the only part that feels like a forty five to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We will take this to the range one day next week, and wring it out. Report forth &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;coming&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-2439265072258816123?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/2439265072258816123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=2439265072258816123' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/2439265072258816123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/2439265072258816123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2010/07/copy-attempt.html' title='Copy Attempt'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/TEyU5milN2I/AAAAAAAAAHs/CPdMTFIZBvA/s72-c/guns+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-8239061618314755562</id><published>2010-07-21T10:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T11:06:11.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First day on the range</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/TEcMRWWDyNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/dbdmC9m66DQ/s1600/guns+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496375362424391890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/TEcMRWWDyNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/dbdmC9m66DQ/s320/guns+015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well we made it back yesterday afternoon. Taking your time to do 1200 miles is a new joy for me. I usually haul ass from point A to B, so I can spend the most time at point B.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bob has deceided that I have to much .357 ammo(never have enough), and he has not shot any wheel guns for a long time. So off wwe go to the range.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See Ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-8239061618314755562?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/8239061618314755562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=8239061618314755562' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/8239061618314755562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/8239061618314755562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2010/07/first-day-on-range.html' title='First day on the range'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/TEcMRWWDyNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/dbdmC9m66DQ/s72-c/guns+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-1130457504186680265</id><published>2010-07-13T20:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T20:49:53.498-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What time really means</title><content type='html'>They say if a man has one good friend he is rich. I have that good friend. I met Bob when I was 5 years old. We grew up together, went to school together. He joined the Air Force, and two months later I went in the Army. Other than the service time a day did not pass without a phone call. Sometimes just to say "Bring the Jack", other times to discuss parenting problems with our kids. Other times to check on the where abouts of the kids...at my house or his. Where ever they were we just said feed um, and then send them home. We lived about a mile apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was always the wander, and 29 years ago left Michigan and brought my family to Florida. Bob was a corporate man, and was looking for that 30 and out deal. However for 12 years he and family would come to Florida and spend a month with my family. When he retired he bought a house a few miles from where I lived. His only mistake was the rest of his family, and kids were still in Michigan. Missing them sent him and his wife back to Michigan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was always a house up grader. It caught up with him with the last house. Having a mortgage of $750,000.00 at age 69 ....well I don't have to say more. Michigan is not the place to be under those conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he would come down for that month of vacation I would always have the time to take him fishing, hunting, and camping. We both will always remember those times. He said when he retired he was going to do all those things when he had time. That magic word we all use so often. When we get time. Well folks the "time" has come and gone. We woke up to find we are now 69. He in failing health, and myself in great health(for how long?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spent my time with my friend since July 7Th. No TV, Radio, Computers(except to check e mails from friends) Sometimes just talking, sometimes fishing, and sometimes drinking some Jack, wondering where the time went. The time went trying to live the good life. Keep up with the neighbor. Bob went that route, and I did not. Oh I had the good life, owned my own business, decent house, 2 cars, but I paid cash for everything. But the cost of my time was not replaceable either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayberry has a great post up about the cost of time. Go Read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I offer any advice? No because no one wants to hear it. I told my children to find a trade or an occupation that they loved-work 40 hours, and learn to live with in the income it provided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a free man now-no home,no light bills,no taxes, no income that requires taxes, and most important I dictate how I spend my time. I'm a lucky man that finally found out the cost of time. To bad it took so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just need shelter, food,water,some cloths, and the guts to do it. Size of the house does not matter, a car or truck can last for 15 years or more if taken care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm bringing Bob to Florida for the rest of the month. He has not shot his 30 cal Carbine in 5 years. When we get back we are going to the range at odark30 and stay until the sun goes down if he is up to it. I'm going to let him shoot anything in the safe he wants. Yes it's going to be one hell of a day. We are both looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time well spent. How about yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-1130457504186680265?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/1130457504186680265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=1130457504186680265' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/1130457504186680265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/1130457504186680265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-time-really-means.html' title='What time really means'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-8335890799637501162</id><published>2010-07-04T15:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T16:01:11.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY TO ALL</title><content type='html'>At least today I am still free. My hope is that we all STAY free. Enjoy with family and friends, and remember all our armed forces all over the world who keep us that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless the Republic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-8335890799637501162?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/8335890799637501162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=8335890799637501162' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/8335890799637501162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/8335890799637501162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-fourth-of-july-to-all.html' title='HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY TO ALL'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-4345220765559168308</id><published>2010-07-02T11:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T11:53:44.499-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy season</title><content type='html'>It's been raining since odark thirty. When you live in a little tin box the rain pounding on your roof does not lull you to sleep. Jack hammers make less noise. Since I am in my beloved woods the pain is easier to accept.  I'm taking a break from the crazy gloom and doom that is threatening to destroy my part of paradise. The thought of having to leave Florida and never return is taking a toll on my sanity. The water polluted, the land polluted, and the air polluted, with no place to hide. Dear God I hope that never happens. What will be will be. I'm trying to take a trip up to Michigan before the cold season starts up there, and each time I get ready something keeps me here. I have a close friend getting ready to meet his maker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also getting to the age where close friends and more family members have some pretty intense health issues. Damn more gloom and doom. Think sunshine. One of those friends has a great attitude. "A time for all seasons. A time for living, and a time for dying. Live every day like it was your last."  He will not see the new year. He says he is happy knowing how much time he has left. He can get all his affairs ready. The pain can be handled with medications, and all his friends, and family can say good by. I'm not sure how I would handle knowing what time I had left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain has let up to just a drizzle, so I think I'll go outside, set up the lawn chair under the awning, and drink a fresh cup of coffee. Smell the fresh air, and thank God for his gift of another day. Tomorrow will come, and life will go on. Something to be thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-4345220765559168308?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/4345220765559168308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=4345220765559168308' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/4345220765559168308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/4345220765559168308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2010/07/rainy-season.html' title='Rainy season'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-8551052814205374961</id><published>2010-06-27T16:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T16:27:21.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Avertible catastrophe</title><content type='html'>Catastrophe is a big word for "Oh Shit",  and "Oh Shit" is something I really don't like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When other countries have Catastrophe's the good old USA tries to help. Well excuse me but the  Gulf is turning black......CASASTROPHE!!!!!!  Every country with oil experience and equipment should be in the Gulf RIGHT NOW. Well guess what...A lot of them tried, and our Commie government refused the help. WTF???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http:www.financialpost.com/avertable+catastrophe/3203808/story.html  READ IT ALL FOLKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this is true every federal employee should be brought up on treason charges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know why I really hate reading the news. Being retired gives me to much time to think...that's bad for a man that loves his country. I should have gone to the range today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lock and load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless us all....we sure need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-8551052814205374961?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/8551052814205374961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=8551052814205374961' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/8551052814205374961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/8551052814205374961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2010/06/avertible-catastrophe.html' title='Avertible catastrophe'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-3043798154971666515</id><published>2010-06-24T16:35:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T18:04:13.641-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is not fair &amp; nobody promised you a rose garden.</title><content type='html'>Time sometimes stands still, and other times flies faster than a 727. The best laid plans of mice and men crash and burn. You wonder what and where your life is going. The years have come and gone like the winds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always tried to play fair in both my business dealing's and my personal dealings. I  have made mistakes and always paid for them in full. But the lousy brief case carrying Sobs learned that you can steal more money with a brief case than you can with a gun. Buy a piece of land with the mineral rights, and then find out that the insurance company who insured those rights did not know they were only the right to lease those rights, and is now out of business. The survey was incorrect, and never up-dated but insured by the same company. The warranty deed was phony as a three dollar bill, and the lawyer I hired just so happened to work for the seller's. So for the last 16 days I have been in another state seeking justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad never finished high school, having to quit in the 7Th grade to work to help the family. His generation had a lot of that. His generation had a lot of strength, honesty, and a good helping of common sense. He said you have to due what is right, and right a wrong. Times sure have changed. My dad would probably have beat the crooked lawyer until he had his money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about that, but at age 69 I think experience says that is not an option. However the old saying don't mess with a senior citizen has merit. This morning scumbag lawyer and I had a small conversation out in the woods. He decided life was worth living, and I high tailed out of state with all my money. Life ain't fair, and nobody promised me a rose garden, but I did promise that no good scumbag lawyer one he could live in. My dad would be proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I right? Damn straight I was. It's time to take this country back. Would I do it again-YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advice? Check, Check, and Check and Check again when dealing for vacant land in another state. Find an honest(yes there are some) lawyer, cross every t, and dot every i. I learned a lot, and took a hell of a chance to make it right, but then that's what senior citizens that don't give a shit can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired, pissed off, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt;, but I'll get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-3043798154971666515?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/3043798154971666515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=3043798154971666515' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/3043798154971666515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/3043798154971666515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2010/06/life-is-not-fair-nobody-promised-you.html' title='Life is not fair &amp; nobody promised you a rose garden.'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-7527745264344268171</id><published>2010-06-07T15:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T16:12:16.422-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gun Show</title><content type='html'>Well Saturday and Sunday was the first gun show of June. This is always a good show. As usual there was a hundred black guns to one regular gun. But there was also a lot of decent buys. Smith &amp;amp; Wesson A22 semi-auto for $199.00. Lot of gun for the money, and accurate to. Unfortunately I already own one. Ruger 10/22's were also cheap. Ammo was plentiful, some decent prices. I found a good buy on my 45LC-$30.00 for 50 rounds. I can re-load them, but I'm short on brass right now so I buy new to shoot, and then will have the brass. Bought some more mags for the .223, and a speed loader, plus the 100 round drum. Gonna have to do a test with that 100 round drum to make sure it works right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was up at o-dark thirty this morning for a trip down to my son's for some shoot-um up. Had a great time. It's been some time since the 1100 has been out of the safe. The first 50 rounds the clays were laughing at me. I know the shotgun shoots better than I do, but it was embarrassing. Settled down and things got better. But taking 50 rounds to get back in the groove? Of course son enjoyed whipping my butt. He'll pay for that when we shoot the revolvers, and the 1911's. Had a great day. Need to do that more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long day. Time for a shower, and dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-7527745264344268171?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/7527745264344268171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=7527745264344268171' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/7527745264344268171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/7527745264344268171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2010/06/gun-show.html' title='Gun Show'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-5413877767266641802</id><published>2010-06-03T17:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T19:40:05.759-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Make my week-end.</title><content type='html'>I used to work a minimum of 58 hours a week. I still had time to hunt, fish, boat, shoot, and all other manly enjoyments. What the hell happened. Seems since I retired I don't have time for breathing. So some self evaluation seems to be order. When working there was always a few hours to go down to the dock, and drop a line. So now I get to the dock at 7am, and find my way home at 9 or 10.  I used to maybe spend a few hours on a Sunday afternoon reloading. This past weekend I spent two days reloading 4,000 38's. I used to read the Blogs during my lunch hour, now I can be found on the computer for 8 hours and not realize where the time went. Now mind you I know there are plenty of folks out there that would trade me places, but I have a lot of things not getting done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vette, truck, and MH needs to be washed and waxed. The storage unit needs to be emptied. The preps need to be moved. Who am I kidding....that sounds like work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's time to allocate time for all projects. Make a list of things according to their importance.&lt;br /&gt;That's the way I used to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this weekend is the Tampa gun show. OK maybe I'll start with the list Monday. Wonder what  item will yell "Take Me Home".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-5413877767266641802?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/5413877767266641802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=5413877767266641802' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/5413877767266641802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/5413877767266641802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2010/06/make-my-week-end.html' title='Make my week-end.'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-6029892090390810142</id><published>2010-05-31T11:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T11:11:05.801-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Forget</title><content type='html'>God Bless all our troops where ever they are today. I will always remember that freedom is not free without the sacrifices made by them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-6029892090390810142?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/6029892090390810142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=6029892090390810142' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/6029892090390810142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/6029892090390810142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2010/05/never-forget.html' title='Never Forget'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-9064836929858162125</id><published>2010-05-27T15:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T16:14:52.671-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip was wonderful, freedom to do what you want...Priceless</title><content type='html'>Greedy SOB's always want to mess with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that short trip I was really feeling like I just received my driver's license at age 16. I had an old Plymouth business coupe, and it was summer vacation. I had my Boy Scout tent, and plenty of gear. So I loaded it all up, and headed to the State Parks for a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the vette had run just great, so what the hell...loaded it up with a two man tent(not your normal passenger), and other assorted camping gear, and took off again. Up Florida into Georgia, back to Alabama, and then headed home. The feeling of being able to do that any time you like is better than winning the lotto. Of course I would take the lotto to. Fat chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm back to prepping, and trying to figure out how to put a building on the propriety to transfer the preps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to the rant. When I got back I found my re-newal insurance policy for my 2002 Silverado pick-up. Damn...two bills. One dated 5/13/2010 for $460.00, and one dated 5/20/2010 for $504.00. WTF? So I call my agent...oh ya the correct bill is $504.00. For 6 months of bare bones insurance to be legal on the road, don't even have collision. Sorry bastards. $1008.00 for a year? If it don't go up the next 6 months. I can BUY a truck for that price. So it looks like I'll be shopping for new insurance. I certainly do not endorse driving without insurance, but how does a low wage earner afford those prices. The truck is 8 years old, and bare bones. Nothing but power steering, and air conditioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I own two-The 2002 Silverado, and the 2004 Chevrolet Van. I am the sole driver of both...which means one of them is setting parked at all times. Would ya not think I should get a break on price. Nope. Maybe it's time to move out of Florida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still have not been to the range, maybe soon. Feels like it's going to be an expensive trip this time. Lots of 45acp's, and 45LC. That would make me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also not one lousy picture from either trip. Walgreen's said film was not printable. Just my luck. Time for a new digital camera. Always something. Ah but good memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vette is insured with a good company that only insures classic cars. Wish they also normal cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right folks. Right now I'm going to tear into a lobster, and a pound of boiled in beer shrimp while I can still get them.(May BP rot in Hell) Sorry that's another rant that even a full bottle of Jack will not help. God help us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-9064836929858162125?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/9064836929858162125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=9064836929858162125' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/9064836929858162125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/9064836929858162125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2010/05/trip-was-wonderful-freedom-to-do-what.html' title='Trip was wonderful, freedom to do what you want...Priceless'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-521042497335242462</id><published>2010-05-16T18:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T19:26:57.954-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ride the wind</title><content type='html'>Today was just a day of pure fun. Left Clearwater at 7am. Beautiful day...top down, and Red Hot Momma is on the road. Set course for Sarasota for lunch, and a stop at a local yacht basin to ogle the BIG $$$ boats (yachts).  The vette received a lot of nice compliments, but nobody wanted to trade me a Hatteras for her. Good thing, I couldn't afford their gas bill or dock fees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left Sarasota to head for Naples for dinner. Fresh sea food always works for me. Driving with the top down after the sun goes down is pure joy. The afternoon ride fried me. I flatly refuse to put the top up, or the side windows. It's against the law. On the way home clouds threatened all the way. Took a side trip to avoid one set of showers. Made it all the way back with no rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Mayberry and Treesong. I needed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-521042497335242462?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/521042497335242462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=521042497335242462' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/521042497335242462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/521042497335242462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2010/05/ride-wind.html' title='Ride the wind'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-8096675581025363335</id><published>2010-05-10T21:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T21:56:25.222-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Always trust your gut feelings</title><content type='html'>As you know I brought Miss Fiesty home on Monday. She did well Monday, and Tuesday. I decided I would stay one more day just to make sure she could be left alone. She had day care service to check on her, and her kids were starting to at least call her every day. But that little nagging gut feeling of mine persisted.&lt;br /&gt;My cell phone rang at 3am Wednesday morning. I was parked in my MH just outside her door. She was having trouble breathing. I'll go straight to the meat.....blood clots in both lungs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The super hero's saved her life again. Real tough battle this time. The drugs used to break up the clots could cause internal bleeding from her current operation. They finally had to resort to Radiology. They went in thru the groin, blasted the clot, and put a filter in to stop future blood clots. I was there every day just to keep her focused that she would recover. As of today Miss Fiesty is back to normal....eating everything they put in front of her, and really wanting to go home. I'm bringing her back for the second time tomorrow. The doctors have assured me that all is well, and she is safe. Thanks again to all my frends prayers. I would have been pissed if she died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's where I have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever see the range again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-8096675581025363335?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/8096675581025363335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=8096675581025363335' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/8096675581025363335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/8096675581025363335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2010/05/always-trust-your-gut-feelings.html' title='Always trust your gut feelings'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-5200721905726961014</id><published>2010-05-04T17:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T17:57:52.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Care Givers are Angels</title><content type='html'>Brought "Miss Feisty" home yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all let me tell you I HATE hospitals, HATEUM, HATEUM, HATEUM.  Like I Hate Lawyers, and Bankers. So for 8 days I lived in one from 8am to 8pm for a friend. She was scared, and lonely, and so sweet. But let me tell you she received the best care in the world. I received the best service in the world considering I was always under foot. She had a private room, a registered nurse, and a nurse assistant. She was treated like she was the only patient in the hospital. If she needed something, and pressed the call button a nurse was there in less than a minute 99percent of the time. Due to her surgery control of her functions was hit or miss. When that happened they were prompt to clean her up, and change the bedding, sometimes as often as three times in one hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had a steady stream of doctors. I just watched them come and go. I don't mean come in say how are you and leave. Every doctor asked questions, gave answers, and was genuine conserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The job of care giver has to be one of the toughest jobs a person can accept. To do it with care, and a smile takes a special person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The USA has the best medical personal, best doctors, best care givers, and the best hospitals in the world. The place is spotless. Everyone knows their jobs, and the place runs like a well oiled machine. I was impressed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every one there loved Miss Feisty, hell they even liked me. I was offered breakfast, lunch, and dinner so I could eat with her. I politely declined, as I would help Miss Feisty to eat. The first couple of days she had to be coached just to take a few bites. Another requirement she needed was to try and walk every day. Day one was three steps. When we were leaving she was mad because they said she had to leave by wheel chair. The woman amazes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed an extra day at her house to make sure every thing was fine and she felt safe enough to be alone. Then I called every one of her children,and explained that there are laws on the books about cruelty to seniors. That I expected one of them to come over every day after work for the next 30 days and check on Miss Feisty, and if they could find it in their hearts maybe stay at least an hour just to talk. I'll leave the meat of our conversation to your imagination, because when I get pissed my language sometimes gets colorful. I also said I would call every night to make sure they would comply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again the staff, doctors, caregivers, definitely 5 stars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I still HATEUM, just not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED SOME RANGE TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-5200721905726961014?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/5200721905726961014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=5200721905726961014' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/5200721905726961014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/5200721905726961014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2010/05/care-givers-are-angels.html' title='Care Givers are Angels'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-7377743862742652210</id><published>2010-04-30T19:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T20:10:25.654-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Friend in Need.</title><content type='html'>When I was still working, and owned my condo I had a lovely sweet elderly neighbor who had lost her husband. She has 9 adult children all living with-in 10 miles of her. Several of her children come to visit her on Fridays, and stay for a couple of hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our condos faced each other, and she got into the habit of visiting me most evenings when I came home from work. She just needed someone to talk to. I'd take her out for dinner once a month. After I sold my condo I promised I would keep in contact. I have. Last Saturday I paid a visit, and found her some what distraught. She had colon surgery scheduled for Monday and needed to be at the hospital at 5am, and needed transportation. I did not ask about her kids, but I did say I would be happy to take her. She was up at 3am, and ready to go when I arrived at 4am. Her prep time was two hours, and the operation was to take 3 1/2 hours. I thought to myself that was one hell of an operation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had told her children that I was going to take her to the hospital, and they all agreed since I was retired that would work for them. I often wondered what they would have done if I had not just drooped in for a visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of her daughters arrived at 9:30 to see how things were going. Surgery was complete, and after an hour in recovery we were allowed to see her for just a few minutes. I told them that I would be here every day until she was discharged, and gave them my cell number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day they called to see how she was doing. I stayed from 8am until 8pm when visiting hours ended. I will be doing this until she is discharged. Her face just lights up when I walk into her room. She talks all day and I listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She talks to the kids each day by phone, but so far no visitors but me. This 79 year lady has gone thru so many hardships in those years. Her stories could fill volumes. I'm proud to call her a friend. She may be discharged Monday or Tuesday. Until then I will be at the hospital from 8am to 8pm listening to her stories. No more posts until then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-7377743862742652210?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/7377743862742652210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=7377743862742652210' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/7377743862742652210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/7377743862742652210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2010/04/friend-in-need.html' title='A Friend in Need.'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-5821385942077077592</id><published>2010-04-25T11:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T11:15:40.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough Said</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/S9RchGordQI/AAAAAAAAAHU/NB3GobmPQNI/s1600/Thompson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464093971693925634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/S9RchGordQI/AAAAAAAAAHU/NB3GobmPQNI/s320/Thompson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-5821385942077077592?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/5821385942077077592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=5821385942077077592' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/5821385942077077592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/5821385942077077592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2010/04/enough-said.html' title='Enough Said'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/S9RchGordQI/AAAAAAAAAHU/NB3GobmPQNI/s72-c/Thompson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-3652590922012291333</id><published>2010-04-24T17:02:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T18:13:02.272-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Should have stayed away a week longer</title><content type='html'>Damn-the range has been closed all week for repairs. Maybe reopen Monday. Since I have an eye appointment Monday...ya sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been busy all week baby setting tree cutters. My daughter had contracted for four VERY large trees to be taken down. Since she and SIL had to work all week, they asked me to come over and keep an eye on the job. Now all these trees are close to the house, camper, and swimming pool so extreme caution is required. These guys are GOOD. They laid down branches with only inches to spare. Wish my camera had been working. The chipper they used would eat up to 18" diameter limbs as fast as they pushed them in. Of course the stupid kids did not want any of the fine oak that they cut down. So I have two truck loads. Could have had more but my storage shed is now full. Plus the tree jockeys sell the wood to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing they finished up on Friday, because we have a gun show this weekend. Makes me happy happy happy. At the gun show today I found something I just had to add to the collection. I have wanted one for many years, but never found one in the condition I desired. Today the gun gods smiled on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13# of fire belching 45 ACP from either the 50 round drum or the 30 round sticks. That's correct ladies, and gentlemen a Tommy gun. 1927A-1 Carbine With finned barrel,and compensator. Frame, and receiver are machined from  solid steel. All wood genuine American walnut. Happy Happy. Wonder what tomorrow will bring. And to think I was going to pass on the show today because all my gun buddies had to work. Retirement does have advantages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya all have a good weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-3652590922012291333?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/3652590922012291333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=3652590922012291333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/3652590922012291333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/3652590922012291333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2010/04/should-have-stayed-away-week-longer.html' title='Should have stayed away a week longer'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-7042398750385689250</id><published>2010-04-18T17:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T18:41:36.131-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do when kids will not listen</title><content type='html'>I am very proud of both my children. They were absolutely a joy to raise. Unfortunately they refused to take any advice regarding money. Both have very good jobs, and thought they were living The American dream. Both also thought I was having a mid life crisis. I had a beautiful condo, and a very successful business. They thought I was throwing away everything I worked so hard to have. Telling them the Freedom I have now they seem to at least realize how happy I am. Now back to them. They are both very private about their money problems. I have just found out that my son's wife has not worked for the past year, and they are three months behind on the mortgage. Son sold several toys to stay a float, and now works two jobs. I hated to hear him say that I was right, and now he has a big hole to get out of. But also the courage to do it. My daughter on the other hand decided to file for bankruptcy(second time), and then go to Vegas to celebrate. She says since she works every day she is entitled. Not on my dime, or on the dimes of the honest people paying their credit card bills. Her excuse was the banks raised the interest rates to the point she had more out go than income. Not the banks fault. Cash has no interest charges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laid out my preps to both, and again said in that regard I would help. I have a one year supply of food for one. I purchased a one year supply for four more adults, and delivered it to them. I also told them where they could find me if the SHTF. At least they can eat for a year if nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main reason I have been gone is moving various supplies and equipment to three different locations. Man I am tired. My thinking of having all my eggs in one basket is not a good idea. Moving a ton of ammo, guns, cloths,tools, and metal working equipment alone is more than a two day endeavor. Work three 18 days, sleep one for 12. More on this later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also bought the land I wanted. More on this later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 26 day hiatus has been very productive. But at 69 I wonder if it was all worth it. Since I still wish to live as long as possible I think it will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is range day. I did not forget about "Buy a gun day" so a break-in day is required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good to be back. I missed all the blogs, and really need to catch up. However not hearing no political bullshit for all that time was refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-7042398750385689250?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/7042398750385689250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=7042398750385689250' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/7042398750385689250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/7042398750385689250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-to-do-when-kids-will-not-listen.html' title='What to do when kids will not listen'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-3730439533087701874</id><published>2010-03-23T18:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T18:51:34.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I will be gone for awhile</title><content type='html'>I'm still alive, and doing fine. Just wanted to tell my two steady readers I will be silent for some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-3730439533087701874?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/3730439533087701874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=3730439533087701874' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/3730439533087701874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/3730439533087701874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-will-be-gone-for-awhile.html' title='I will be gone for awhile'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-7789346558567437358</id><published>2010-03-14T15:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T10:31:57.555-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Ya I'm Fishing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/S507rG7onLI/AAAAAAAAAHM/8IcTzzqY-zg/s1600-h/DSC05083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448576735969320114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/S507rG7onLI/AAAAAAAAAHM/8IcTzzqY-zg/s320/DSC05083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To those who say I can't go fishing.........Come and get me assholes. Here I am. Oh I did add the stainless Mossberg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This sneaky little boat can find it's way where ever I can carry it. No trailer to show, no boat slip needed. Draws about 3" of water, and the electric trolling motor is very slick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say I'm still pissed about the possibility of not being able to fish. I'm like Mayberry I don't think it will ever pass, but who even thinks this shit up? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not asking my government to take care of me. That's MY F..k..g job. If cigarettes give me cancer=my responsibility. I pay for insurance at a higher rate because I smoke. If booze kills my liver=my responsibility. When I turned 65 the government MADE me take Medicare Health Insurance. My fine insurance company that I paid into for 45 years without one claim cancelled my insurance because I was signed up with Medicare. Nice job you bastards. Take my money when the odds are in your favor, then drop me as soon as the possibility that I might need it. But guess what...I don't need it. If I get a terminal disease I get to die, so again kiss my ass. Hospitals kill as many as they save, and half of the doctors finished in the bottom of their class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rant over. Now I'm going to put some salt in my beer, rack one in the chamber, and drown a few worms. I might even have a bass for lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See Ya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-7789346558567437358?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/7789346558567437358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=7789346558567437358' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/7789346558567437358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/7789346558567437358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-ya-im-fishing.html' title='Oh Ya I&apos;m Fishing'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/S507rG7onLI/AAAAAAAAAHM/8IcTzzqY-zg/s72-c/DSC05083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-162281263237465394</id><published>2010-03-14T09:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T10:12:27.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To Salt or Not to Salt</title><content type='html'>Our stupid ass government must be run by Aliens. No I take that back, I apologize to the Aliens. Our government is just dumber than dirt. Somebody needs to tell Felix Ortiz D-Brooklyn which finger to pick his nose with, and shove bill A10129 up his dark side. Now restaurants cannot salt meals when they cook them? For each violation a 1K fine? Next the FDA will take salt off the market? Shit better not give THEM any ideas.  What asshole has the right to do this?  Come to my house, and tell me I can't salt my meals as I cook them. No don't come to my house you would get a knuckle sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They must stay up at night thinking up this shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn why do I even read the news? Get the rope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-162281263237465394?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/162281263237465394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=162281263237465394' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/162281263237465394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/162281263237465394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2010/03/to-salt-or-not-to-salt.html' title='To Salt or Not to Salt'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-5009732989258811349</id><published>2010-03-12T14:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T14:39:34.697-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Warmer weather and more rain.</title><content type='html'>Warmer weather finally headed our way. Makes my bones happy. Even rain does not hamper my spirits today. Spent four hours at the range, came home(actually home went back to the woods) and cleaned four weapons. My little RV always gets a lot of attention at the range. Everything from cool to do you really LIVE in that thing. I always smile when I tell them it has everything their house has except it moves. Eight months now, and I enjoy it more each day. Sometimes I do wish I would have bought one in 4 x 4, so I could go deeper in the woods. For those times I just grab the BOB and take a hike. I think it would be real easy to become a hermit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gardening season is almost here. I'm going to try container gardening this year. I have one of those removable extensions for the back of the van to carry extra gear like coolers, gas cans etc. Should hold a few five gallon buckets. Be fun to see people's looks to see greenery growing off the back end. lol The things one thinks about during the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain does have an advantage-Lets one get some reading time in. Also lets one think what to do with the rest of your life. No rants today. I'm just enjoying my day of Freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-5009732989258811349?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/5009732989258811349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=5009732989258811349' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/5009732989258811349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/5009732989258811349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2010/03/warmer-weather-and-more-rain.html' title='Warmer weather and more rain.'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-2350946698977618143</id><published>2010-03-11T17:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T18:18:40.349-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Did The World Go Crazy While I Was In The Woods?</title><content type='html'>One thing about being in the woods is the peace and solitude I enjoy so much. No TV, no phone, no computer. Wrapped in a blanket of nature, watching squirrels play, listening to the frogs and insects during the night. Hearing that bass break the surface gulping down his breakfast just at daybreak. The evening fire. Each new fire with a different smell, and each blade of fire with a different view. I think I was born 50 years to late.  The world moves to fast today. To many people are wage slaves looking for the weekend or that one week of vacation. Did one ever think what freedom you gave up to buy that big screen. As I look over my little pond the view changes by the minute. The wind gently painting an ever changing scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then shitty reality when I come to the city. The news is all gloom and doom. Somebody gets killed every so many seconds. But to get the real info one has to go to the net. I never heard on the news that tanks are now on our streets, the education systems need combat shotguns, and now they tell me they are going to stop me from fishing? WTF? I had to read this on several blogs. Tell me I have come back to another world. What  F..king Idiot thinks he can do that? You don't have enough cops, army personal, tree hugger, or dumb F..ks to stop me from fishing. Just try it! I eat fresh fish at least 3 days a week. I obey even the dumb size limits, buy my tax permission to eat what nature provides, and have done so all my life. I only take what I need to eat. This time I think the king has gone to far. You are not getting my guns, nor my fishing rods. So does this mean I have to pack a hog leg to go fishing now? I can do that, and if you wish to stop me remember my little pond is DEEP in the woods. A green shirt tree hugger may not find there way out. Just saying....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-2350946698977618143?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/2350946698977618143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=2350946698977618143' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/2350946698977618143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/2350946698977618143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2010/03/did-world-go-crazy-while-i-was-in-woods.html' title='Did The World Go Crazy While I Was In The Woods?'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-154883673702902696</id><published>2010-03-08T10:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T11:19:47.987-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Gun Show</title><content type='html'>Saturday and Sunday was the Tampa Bay gun show. I did not rent a table this year because I don't have anything I wanted to sell. Kinda glad I did not. Seems our gun show has gone Black. Everything seems to be tactical. Tables and tables of AR's, Glocks, Scopes, Lights, Tasers, etc. Now don't get me wrong, I own all the tactical toys to. They are fun to shoot. When I go to the range I'm there to shoot, not spending half the time to load mags. I believe in having plenty of mags. All my 22 semi auto have at least 20 mags each. Sometimes it seems my mags cost more than the guns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also seems that a lot of folks are buying .380's. Why? .380 ammo here has been as scarce as hens teeth for months. Surprise-plenty of .380 ammo at this show. Can't quite figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attendance was huge. This show had more people this year than I have seen in the past three years. The show opened at 9am. I was there at 8am, the parking gates was already open, and the line was already REALLY long. At 11am I fought my way outside for a smoke, and they were still lined up coming in! Standing room only in side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very few private sellers, but lots of individuals with mostly long rifles for sale. Seems my revolver's  are a dieing breed at the shows. Did see a couple of Colt Pythons, but not worth $1500.00 to me. Wish I had bought more when I bought mine when they were $300.00 new. Seems wheel guns are now just collector items. A Smith &amp;amp; Wesson 686-4 for $900.00?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show was not a total disappointment for me. Reloading supplies was abundant, and plenty of primers($50.00 per k),  powder, brass, and bullets was in good supply. Adequate cleaning supplies, and targets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't get over how many people attended this show. When I left at 2pm they were still coming in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to searching for land this coming week. The temps are heading up. Might see 70's for the week.Oh joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-154883673702902696?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/154883673702902696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=154883673702902696' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/154883673702902696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/154883673702902696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2010/03/weekend-gun-show.html' title='Weekend Gun Show'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-5980279103749253520</id><published>2010-03-04T14:20:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T15:05:14.285-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For Your viewing Pleasure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/S5AKY5Fio7I/AAAAAAAAAHE/BIGQYfooWq8/s1600-h/colt19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444863372248130482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/S5AKY5Fio7I/AAAAAAAAAHE/BIGQYfooWq8/s320/colt19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/S5AKOYwZGQI/AAAAAAAAAG8/iaQk0KCC288/s1600-h/colt18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444863191770798338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/S5AKOYwZGQI/AAAAAAAAAG8/iaQk0KCC288/s320/colt18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/S5AKEhUFd8I/AAAAAAAAAG0/7OsJtJ1gfhA/s1600-h/colt17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444863022269298626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/S5AKEhUFd8I/AAAAAAAAAG0/7OsJtJ1gfhA/s320/colt17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/S5AJFyHtWhI/AAAAAAAAAGs/e4oScTM5JC0/s1600-h/colt12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444861944449030674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/S5AJFyHtWhI/AAAAAAAAAGs/e4oScTM5JC0/s320/colt12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/S5AI6x62ZFI/AAAAAAAAAGk/wCgUysXqisc/s1600-h/colt11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444861755416536146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/S5AI6x62ZFI/AAAAAAAAAGk/wCgUysXqisc/s320/colt11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/S5AItm8jMyI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Ucs5gmZfKG4/s1600-h/colt9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444861529132577570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/S5AItm8jMyI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Ucs5gmZfKG4/s320/colt9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/S5AIk6YXOTI/AAAAAAAAAGU/UxT84KTMSBc/s1600-h/colt8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444861379730684210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/S5AIk6YXOTI/AAAAAAAAAGU/UxT84KTMSBc/s320/colt8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/S5AIX0R5RtI/AAAAAAAAAGM/2RhzrCOs5rY/s1600-h/colt7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444861154754643666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/S5AIX0R5RtI/AAAAAAAAAGM/2RhzrCOs5rY/s320/colt7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/S5AIM_NX_DI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jaLupQ_XoBk/s1600-h/colt3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444860968709913650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/S5AIM_NX_DI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jaLupQ_XoBk/s320/colt3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-5980279103749253520?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/5980279103749253520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=5980279103749253520' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/5980279103749253520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/5980279103749253520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2010/03/for-your-viewing-pleasure.html' title='For Your viewing Pleasure'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/S5AKY5Fio7I/AAAAAAAAAHE/BIGQYfooWq8/s72-c/colt19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-1700536617660321568</id><published>2010-03-02T15:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T15:54:48.091-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Colt 1911 Dragon #0242 of #400</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/S416LzCVzGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/im9-cqpZ3Sk/s1600-h/colt1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444141867657972834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/S416LzCVzGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/im9-cqpZ3Sk/s320/colt1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Colt 1911 Dragon is now mine. Been very busy lately. More on this later. Enough to say it eats everything I've run Thu it today. Hollow points, ball, lead wad cutters, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;etc&lt;/span&gt;. Very good accuracy right out of the box. 300 rounds today. More pics and info later. See Ya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-1700536617660321568?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/1700536617660321568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=1700536617660321568' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/1700536617660321568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/1700536617660321568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2010/03/colt-1911-dragon-0242-of-400.html' title='Colt 1911 Dragon #0242 of #400'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/S416LzCVzGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/im9-cqpZ3Sk/s72-c/colt1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-1347165516385444024</id><published>2010-02-28T15:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T15:59:13.198-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tires, Guns, Time, and Work</title><content type='html'>As usual when the shtf it all comes at once. As any vehicle owner knows tires do wear out. But they wear differently on different vehicles. Also time comes into play. For example my 2002 Silverado has 78,000 miles on the factory tires. The truck is driven almost every day during the week. My 2004 "Little One" only has 18,ooo miles and needs new tires. Why? First of all the tires was manufactured in 2003 which now makes them 7 years old. Also most of those years was setting somewhere. Not good for tires to set. Sun does bad things to tires setting. There are covers to protect, and also uv treatments for tires. The normal life  for MH tires is 5 years. So I'm pushing it. The tread looks great, but further inspection shows the side walls getting soft. So Saturday was tire day. Four nice new top rated tires took $686.00 from my wallet. Now that buys a very decent 1911, and or a lot of ammo. But my life style needs good tires. So win some lose some. Of course nothing goes according to plan. I had an appointment for 8am when they opened so I did not have to spend all day there. My house does not like to be alone. The special tire guy does not show up until 9AM. This does not look good already. Upon arrival he says we have a problem. When does WE and MY $$'s have a problem. Well the problem is non of the lifts can lift my van. Say What? They have the solution- 10 ton floor jack. Fine-so whats the problem? It will take about 5-6 hours to take off the tires, mount and balance, and install. Ok fine I'll wait.  They did push the 6 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I arrive at my daughter's house around 4pm. SIL is cleaning up a section of the garage where we plan on putting the second safe that is stored at my x SIL. So of course I pitch in. Worked until dinner time. Dinner was damn good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIL asks after dinner when 1 of 400 is due. I say maybe Monday or Tuesday. So I go online to check the tracking number. SOB it was delivered Today at 1:20Pm to my favorite gun store. I could have had it in my hands Saturday! Now I can't get it until 10:00am Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats how Saturday went. Sunday I read my favorite blogs, and reloaded 2000 rounds of 45's. I want to be ready for Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-1347165516385444024?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/1347165516385444024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=1347165516385444024' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/1347165516385444024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/1347165516385444024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2010/02/tires-guns-time-and-work.html' title='Tires, Guns, Time, and Work'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-9154716823473708844</id><published>2010-02-25T12:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T12:45:53.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Computer Shaky and Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Looks like the computer has old age problems. The hard drive has the death rattles, currently takes about 5-10 minutes to boot up. Was reading e mails yesterday when they suddenly disappeared all by themselves. A kind gentleman from Michigan sent me an e-mail about my blog, that I was reading when it went south. If you read this please send it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However being a prepper, I mealy fired up the back-up lap top. Of course info lost is lost forever. I know back-up, back-up. How do you back up in the middle of reading an e-mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a few giggles, I found a piece of property That I would love to own. 100 acres....Now where can I get $170,000.00 loan for $300.00 down and payments of $200.00 a month? Oh yes the land search goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems a lot of my favorite blogs are going dark. Makes me sad. It's like losing a friend you have not met yet. I'm sure they have their reasons. I appreciate the ones that tell you good by, but the ones that just stop without giving a reason makes me wonder what happened. So if you do wish to quit just post it on your last blog please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did find one of four hundred produced. Should have it by next Tuesday or Wednesday. Yes when I have it in my grubby hands I will tell you what it is, and post pictures. Ha Ha .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual the cold fronts continue to punish our tourists, and keep me wearing to many layers of cloths in The Sunshine State. Our beaches look like desserts. Dr. Gore needs to be sued for malpractice. Of course the power companies are loving it. The meters are like spinning tops. Still has to be cheaper than what my northern friends are paying, and I don't have to shovel cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-9154716823473708844?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/9154716823473708844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=9154716823473708844' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/9154716823473708844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/9154716823473708844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2010/02/computer-shaky-and-random-thoughts.html' title='Computer Shaky and Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-1454585016390806365</id><published>2010-02-21T15:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T15:53:59.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Woods, Cigs, and Jack</title><content type='html'>In the woods with no people in sight, parked on a nice little pond. Watched the sun come up with a cup of coffee, and the birds, and squirrels for company.  Took a nice little walk, and returned to the comfort of my lawn chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a pack of cigarettes, and a half bottle of Jack. I'm reading some of my favorite blogs. Non of the news, or gloom and doom blogs. Maybe some comics, and some e mails. Today I will enjoy just the day, the woods, and a few talks with Jack. Something that I have not done in a long time. In the past I have had some very serious talks with Jack, but today he is here just for the enjoyment of the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small fire in the fire-ring, perhaps Salmon for dinner, and pure peace and solitude. For today all is good in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-1454585016390806365?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/1454585016390806365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=1454585016390806365' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/1454585016390806365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/1454585016390806365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2010/02/woods-cigs-and-jack.html' title='Woods, Cigs, and Jack'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-1757107568978034244</id><published>2010-02-20T12:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T12:40:35.142-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Read This</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.thereluctantpaladin,blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.thereluctantpaladin,blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A veteran, a good hard working man died, and another Innocent is fighting for life, because some scumbag who could not handle real life &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;decided to take the cowards way out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Why does the commie news service not tell the above story?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Thanks Paladin for your service for telling the other side of the story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;See Ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-1757107568978034244?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/1757107568978034244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=1757107568978034244' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/1757107568978034244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/1757107568978034244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2010/02/please-read-this.html' title='Please Read This'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-1074103694321035202</id><published>2010-02-18T13:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T14:16:50.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Land Search Continues</title><content type='html'>They say never give up. They say never quit. The say when the time is right it will happen. Who the hell are they?  I have not found who they are, but I will not give up, and I will not quit! I'll stick with when it is right it will happen. My little MH has had fun running around Florida in the mean time. I have found a few small plots that I could park on, and be in the woods. The problem....they are SMALL plots. Five to ten acres is what I seek, and I will not lower my standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note. Everybody I know knows my favorite fire arms are made by Colt. Well I have found out that they have produced a limited run of 400 1911's.  Now I have a good collection of 1911's. But it's new, and a limited run, and it's made by Colt. Only 400 produced. Remember I said only 400 produced.  What makes it so special? Only 400 produced. So what. It's still just a 1911. But only one of 400 produced. Think of the number of collectors that would want one for their collection. Think of them putting on the white gloves to handle this jewel. Admiringly the engraving, and the workmanship. Think of me getting one, and going out to the range and blasting off 500 rounds to make sure it works right. I want one. Just the thought of doing that makes me happy. The new hunt starts now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen so many 40 degree nights that I have stopped complaining. My friends up north are suffering much worse than I am. So this is my last statement about it. "When it warms up I'm moving to Florida".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of 400?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-1074103694321035202?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/1074103694321035202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=1074103694321035202' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/1074103694321035202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/1074103694321035202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2010/02/land-search-continues.html' title='Land Search Continues'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-1689127181923047961</id><published>2010-02-12T11:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T11:23:50.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Gun Owner Needs To Read This</title><content type='html'>Please read the post &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CarteachO&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know how to post a link to his blog. The story is about a military infantry man shooting his buddy point blank in the chest. A terrible accident. A must read!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-1689127181923047961?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/1689127181923047961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=1689127181923047961' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/1689127181923047961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/1689127181923047961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2010/02/every-gun-owner-needs-to-read-this.html' title='Every Gun Owner Needs To Read This'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-1396717850507190559</id><published>2010-02-11T14:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T15:06:13.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Freezing My A** Off</title><content type='html'>Freezing my A** off in the land of sunshine. Has to be the coldest and wettest February on record. No place to escape to. Cold and wet all the way to Key West. Yes I am a wimp. I did not move from Michigan to Florida to freeze. I could have done that in Michigan. Yes I know you fine folks up North are getting the shit kicked out of you. I feel your pain, but you are not used to seventy degree weather in February, I am, so when the high today will be 50, and the low tonight will be 40 I am in a bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to live outside, see the sun rise every morning with coffee in hand. Tried it today, with fire in the fire ring, five layers of cloths on, gloves on, two bath towels on the lawn chair, and wool socks in my combat boots. I lasted long enough to chug my medium warm coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could be worse...The Panhandle is expecting snow. That's an area I'm looking for property in. I would like to kick Al Gore's ass. Global warming my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole country is having weird weather this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big bowl of my home made ham and pea soup should put me in a better mood. Time to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-1396717850507190559?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/1396717850507190559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=1396717850507190559' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/1396717850507190559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/1396717850507190559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2010/02/freezing-my-off.html' title='Freezing My A** Off'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-109899747989291203</id><published>2010-02-09T16:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T16:34:08.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/S3HUWu3DxAI/AAAAAAAAAF0/A73JNVdpDu4/s1600-h/alarm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436359712214074370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/S3HUWu3DxAI/AAAAAAAAAF0/A73JNVdpDu4/s320/alarm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-109899747989291203?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/109899747989291203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=109899747989291203' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/109899747989291203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/109899747989291203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2010/02/wordless.html' title='Wordless Tuesday'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/S3HUWu3DxAI/AAAAAAAAAF0/A73JNVdpDu4/s72-c/alarm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-4841670455984998497</id><published>2010-02-05T15:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T16:00:48.039-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain, Rain, Rain</title><content type='html'>Well I'm holed up inside again. This winter sure seems a lot wetter than usual. Yes I am tired of it. Yes it could bring a bout of cabin fever. So far a good book, and the pot of coffee has worked. I could put on the foul weather gear, and take a walk. I prefer playing in the rain with just a bathing suit and much higher temperatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side my daughter and son-in-law did go camping this weekend. Only 65 miles north of Clearwater. SIL called me just a minute ago very excited. Seems there are lots available in the area. He talked to one owner that has three acres, and houses on all four sides of his propriety. He SHOOTS on his land often. One of his neighbors is a deputy sheriff. Seems not to be a problem. More investigation is required. When they return SIL and I will be making the trip. I would head up there now, but I'm baby setting their dog. Besides the current weather makes walking the land miserable, and I will check out every square inch of what I buy. I guess that area has lots of foreclosed proprieties. We will see. All I want is enough land to hide my van on, and to shoot when I want to. I have checked out 40 acre parcels in Texas. Kids would go nuts if I moved to Texas, but if I had land there I could go visit myself for a month or so. Maybe stop and see Mayberry. Time will tell. When it happens the time will be right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-4841670455984998497?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/4841670455984998497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=4841670455984998497' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/4841670455984998497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/4841670455984998497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2010/02/rain-rain-rain.html' title='Rain, Rain, Rain'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-112616551581186078</id><published>2010-02-02T11:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T11:47:50.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Florida Vacant Land</title><content type='html'>Is there any vacant land in Florida that a man can buy cheap, and shoot on? My "Little One" only needs a parking space. I want to be able to set out side with a cup of coffee, and watch the sun rise. Then whip out a Colt revolver and shoot some targets down range. Seems like a simple request. Maybe not to be in Florida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the last three days in the Ocala area looking for my dream parcel. Found one with eleven acres.  Affordable. No shooting allowed. %*@^&amp;amp;* . The rest that I found was WAY beyond my price range. If I had 1.2 million for land I would be able to make my own rules. lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did have my morning coffee, no sun, the rain was beating down on my roof like jack hammers trying to get in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll go  to the range today for some re-coil therapy. Still wish I could shoot some long guns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-112616551581186078?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/112616551581186078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=112616551581186078' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/112616551581186078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/112616551581186078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2010/02/florida-vacant-land.html' title='Florida Vacant Land'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-329112773294326343</id><published>2010-01-29T15:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T15:47:00.831-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Boat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/S2NBNrtPIAI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eNZrZfYh8Cc/s1600-h/DSC05095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432257278865514498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/S2NBNrtPIAI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eNZrZfYh8Cc/s320/DSC05095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love my little boat. For years(20+) my boat was a twenty two foot Grady-White with twin 150's. Great boat for off shore, and rough water. The years of off shore fishing are now fond memories. All my fishing buddies are either fishing with Jesus, or say they get to tired on our usual three day runs. Now grouper fishing is currently banned, so time for a change.I sold the Grady just before the Condo, and the shop. Miss it? Damn right. Times change. I could never be without a boat. Fishing from shore, or bridges is for snowbirds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what to buy? Could get a small skiff for the inter coastal, but would still need a trailer, and a place to store it. I could store it at my daughter's house where all my other shit is. But when I'm gone on a trip I'd still have to tow it. Camp grounds charge extra to store a boat, and I would not use it every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter the magic world of Sea Eagle. The Fold Cat 375fc. The finest 2-person  fishing boat on the planet. A very light weight catamaran with twin pontoons. This rig is just plan cool. I can inflate, and put together in 30 minutes by myself. Fully assembled it weighs about 70 pounds, and I can drag it to the water by myself. It maneuvers like a nimble quarter horse. With a 74 lb thrust electric motor this baby flies leaving a wake. Great fishing platform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part is that it stows in two canvas bags, and I can carry it in my mini-MH. The hull material is super tough. Fish hooks slid up on the pontoons without snagging. There is a full cover between the hulls, so  stuff stays in the boat. Fully assembled it is 4 foot wide, and 14 foot long. Twin swivel seats, 4 rod holders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down sizing, and still have a fishing platform works for me. Life is good. Nothing like a platter full of blue gills, fried taters, and fresh home made bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also this week end is another trip looking for land. Not quite as long as the last one. Orlando Florida area. May even wet a line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-329112773294326343?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/329112773294326343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=329112773294326343' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/329112773294326343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/329112773294326343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-little-boat.html' title='My Little Boat'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/S2NBNrtPIAI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eNZrZfYh8Cc/s72-c/DSC05095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-6036674899678578709</id><published>2010-01-26T17:40:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T18:40:50.539-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired, Disappointed, But Still Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/S19vZaqAEHI/AAAAAAAAAFk/oLnA2tf926M/s1600-h/guns+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431182158075007090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/S19vZaqAEHI/AAAAAAAAAFk/oLnA2tf926M/s320/guns+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First, and foremost the Colt did go shooting this afternoon. Since most of my shooting buddies know I never bring just one gun to the range. So Mr Ruger Vaquero came along to keep the Colt company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a favorite of all Ruger guns period. Some like the auto's are just butt ugly, but every Ruger I own is built like a tank. I have hand loads for my Ruger revolvers that would destroy my Pythons. Of course Colts are nice to. What I mean is that all my guns are my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short range report....Remember I'm still working on caffeine and cigarettes this afternoon. Bone tired. The Colt had no trouble with 2" groups at 25 yards, and neither did the Ruger. I'm going to take both back when I'm fresh. Just thought one should train tired from time to time to see the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I'm so tired.....1,444 miles From Clearwater to Frankfort Kentucky looking at land. Sorry non found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bed time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-6036674899678578709?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/6036674899678578709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=6036674899678578709' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/6036674899678578709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/6036674899678578709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2010/01/tired-disappointed-but-still-happy.html' title='Tired, Disappointed, But Still Happy'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/S19vZaqAEHI/AAAAAAAAAFk/oLnA2tf926M/s72-c/guns+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-7054965611033618558</id><published>2010-01-20T15:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T15:41:23.318-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/S1dlMHI_tPI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ynZftOXYxew/s1600-h/guns+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428919134568035570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/S1dlMHI_tPI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ynZftOXYxew/s320/guns+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Colt Cowboy 45 Colt&lt;br /&gt;Model CB1850&lt;br /&gt;ColtCowboy Single Action&lt;br /&gt;5 1/2" Barrel 45 Colt, Blue/Color Case Finish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do spoil myself. My birthday present to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids took all my hints, and added a few. Daughter did what I asked...two dozen of her special baked oatmeal cookies. My favorite. Son washed and waxed my van. Grandson washed and waxed my truck. Son-in-law against my wishes bought me a very nice gun cleaning kit. He said HE had to give me something gun related. That boy does know how to suck up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like have always said....I have the best family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my.........range time tomorrow. My work is never done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-7054965611033618558?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/7054965611033618558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=7054965611033618558' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/7054965611033618558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/7054965611033618558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2010/01/wonderful-family.html' title='Wonderful Family'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/S1dlMHI_tPI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ynZftOXYxew/s72-c/guns+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-7505087616055058286</id><published>2010-01-19T12:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T13:22:55.001-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Better</title><content type='html'>A trip to the range always lifts my spirits. Slight cough left, but nothing I can't handle. I have been truly blessed with good health. Take no meds at all, except some allergy tablets for the nose running during cold weather. Lived for 69 years(today) and have always said doctors and hospitals kill as many as they save. Caffeine, nicotine, and sugar the building blocks for the American male.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday party tonight at the kids house. If I left enough hints I'll get what I want. I have also been blessed with the BEST kids in the world. They can't do enough for me. Don't know why I deserve it. We have been a family blessed. I just wish I still had my wonderful wife to enjoy it with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to expand my search for land. Have contacted real estate agents in Milton Florida, and the Panhandle. The problem is travel time. It's a 7 hour ride one way  from Clearwater and  right now commitments keep me in town for the next two weeks. Seems I had more free time when I was working than I do now. My wife always said when it's meant to be it will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the guns are cleaned, and packed. Time to do the same to me and head to the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-7505087616055058286?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/7505087616055058286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=7505087616055058286' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/7505087616055058286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/7505087616055058286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2010/01/feeling-better.html' title='Feeling Better'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-15718918674111813</id><published>2010-01-18T14:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T14:09:19.861-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gonna Be a Fun Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/S1SxvIRf0NI/AAAAAAAAAFU/AykaAZhXiaE/s1600-h/guns+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428158874121130194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/S1SxvIRf0NI/AAAAAAAAAFU/AykaAZhXiaE/s320/guns+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-15718918674111813?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/15718918674111813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=15718918674111813' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/15718918674111813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/15718918674111813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2010/01/gonna-be-fun-day.html' title='Gonna Be a Fun Day'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/S1SxvIRf0NI/AAAAAAAAAFU/AykaAZhXiaE/s72-c/guns+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-5066833739894593116</id><published>2010-01-15T11:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T12:11:41.975-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Acres Found-Five Acres Lost</title><content type='html'>The search goes on. The search goes on. Found &amp;amp; Lost. Some days you are the pigeon, some days the statue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the piece of ground I had in West Branch Michigan in the 60's. Beautiful small town, three acres of woods, dirt road, no nosey neighbors, and no stinking permits. Septic tank was a 250 gallon oil tank. Pipes to the field was 4" diameter aluminum coin shoots from a bank. System never failed in the 15 years I owned it.Common sense still worked then....don't put your septic system in an area to foul your well. Other construction still used common sense then to. Build your roof so it did not leak, right peak so snow did not collapse roof, etc etc. Why go on. Those days are gone. Today you need three of everything, approved drawing you have to pay a fortune for, every portion of construction done by a LICENCED contractor, then inspected 30 times before you are considered safe. Think Chinese dry-wall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn I was born 100 years to late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The five acres I had found was good looking land to. All woods and acess by a good dirt road, and for Florida high ground. Being somewhat smarter than last time I deceided to find out if there was any restrictions, and what was the CODE requirements. Yah I should have known. How about needing a permit for an address? Permit for driveway? I won't bore you with all the additional permits required because my head would explode. The search goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-5066833739894593116?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/5066833739894593116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=5066833739894593116' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/5066833739894593116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/5066833739894593116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2010/01/five-acres-found-five-acres-lost.html' title='Five Acres Found-Five Acres Lost'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-4292571267666695921</id><published>2010-01-13T17:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T18:56:57.192-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can You Ever Really Be Free?</title><content type='html'>I really don't want to turn this into a rant. I have worked all my life, paid my dues, and paid for all of my mistakes. All I want in the days I have left is to be left alone. I am self sufficient, have adequate funds, most of my mental facilities, everything I own is free and clear. Since August of 2009 I have enjoyed being a free spirit, and bother no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are millions of what are called "Full Timers" in their 5Th wheel trailers, the McMansion 40 foot buses etc. Some are called "Snow Birds" filling the "Encore" resorts here in Florida for the winter months. God Bless them and their lifestyle. The resorts have everything needed to live the good life. Heated pools,club houses, big screen TVs, entertainment to rival concerts. For the privileged at $50.00 and up per night. I don't wish to live that life-style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was the first time I was hassled by any law enforcement. The names have been changed to protect the Innocent. I was parked on a residential street visiting my girlfriend. Before I could exit the van flashing red and blue lights was behind me. A loud speaker barked "Get back in the vehicle NOW." Ok mister policeman. Ten minutes passed before he decided to approach my van. I rolled down my window, and asked if there was a problem officer? His response was license, registration, and insurance please. I complied, and back to the squad car he went. I regress-while this occurred three more police cars had arrived, and a few people had come out to see what was going on. When the officer returned his first question was "Do you realize that no camping is allowed in this city?" My laughter did not help the situation. When I replied that I was just visiting, not camping, my van was not a camper,and it was my daily driver, he said he knew a camper when he say one. When I asked him why my registration stated 2004 Chevrolet 3500 Express Van he had no answer. By now the fun had worn off, and I was about to become pissed. In my most polite voice I asked to speak to his supervisor. He stomped back to his police car, and in about another 10 minutes yet ANOTHER bubble factory arrived. When said supervisor was once again told the story he informed me that new ordinances have passed, and not all of the officers were up to date. WTF? Since when does a van look like a 40' motor coach? Besides I was legally parked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had no answer, decided I was legal, returned my documents, and told me I could park there for the night. In my most humble voice I thanked him for "Allowing me to be legal". So five police cars spent an hour and a half harassing an old man instead of looking for criminals. No need to thank me criminals just do not try camping in this neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further research found the greedy camp grounds were responsible for pushing the new ordinances to drive traffic to their business. Pack-um in like sardines, and raise the fees. I guess greed never ends. Once I find my piece of land I won't have to put up with that shit. Any place outside of the cities I have found the kindness people. I've been invited to eat, use their showers, even wash my van. So I'm still not bitter, just pissed off at being hassled, when all I want is to be left alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-4292571267666695921?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/4292571267666695921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=4292571267666695921' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/4292571267666695921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/4292571267666695921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2010/01/can-you-ever-really-be-free.html' title='Can You Ever Really Be Free?'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-4717222829093847524</id><published>2010-01-12T11:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T11:41:28.038-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Deer Hunting in Michigan's UP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/S0yk34YA06I/AAAAAAAAAFM/9zxuLSs-dGg/s1600-h/mountain+lion.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425892931007468450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/S0yk34YA06I/AAAAAAAAAFM/9zxuLSs-dGg/s320/mountain+lion.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was sent to me via e mail from my brother-in-law in Michigan. The man is 6' and weighs 200 pounds. Michigan pussy cats have gotten larger since I moved to Florida. According to the story it appeared the cat was hunting the man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd have to mortage everything I own to have it stuffed, and buy another house to display it. If I had shot it, it would be tempting. Damn BIG cat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See Ya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-4717222829093847524?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/4717222829093847524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=4717222829093847524' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/4717222829093847524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/4717222829093847524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2010/01/deer-hunting-in-michigans-up.html' title='Deer Hunting in Michigan&apos;s UP'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/S0yk34YA06I/AAAAAAAAAFM/9zxuLSs-dGg/s72-c/mountain+lion.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-3321749781863575116</id><published>2010-01-11T15:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T15:43:42.511-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nine Days of Record Cold</title><content type='html'>I know by now people are tired of hearing about our cold weather. Us wimps are used to heat, sunshine, warm waters, shorts, and bare feet. How cold has it been? Well several Northern visitors on the news last night said they were cutting their vacations short and going home. They call us wimps? Ha Ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more serious note this weather should teach us a lesson. Like the boy scouts...be prepared. This is like the hurricane season in reverse....space heaters are gone...sweaters, and warm coats hard to find.  Some houses in Florida still have no heat, and never did. House fire's increase when weather stays this cold. Death's due to carbon dioxide increase.  Keep an eye on your senior neighbor's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Michigan blood must be coming back, today does not feel cold, just brisk, maybe my brain is frozen. Just saying we as humans can adjust to any situations with the right tools and proper planning. So once I get the proper tools(plane ticket to Cayman Islands) and plan to stay there until Florida hits 70 degrees at night I will have adjusted to the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-3321749781863575116?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/3321749781863575116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=3321749781863575116' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/3321749781863575116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/3321749781863575116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2010/01/nine-days-of-record-cold.html' title='Nine Days of Record Cold'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-5255052268534414285</id><published>2010-01-10T20:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T21:07:18.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Cold...Please Go Away.</title><content type='html'>I feel like a bear in hibernation. I have adequate heat in the MH, but propane is hard to find in the woods. So I try to use only what I need. Last summer when I visited family in Michigan I acquired an Artic sleeping bag good for 20 below. So last night I did not turn on the furnace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept  until 11am this morning, but damn when I did crawl out of that bag I wrapped it around myself until I started the engine and had heat flowing. Small is good when heat is needed. I'm starting to get cabin fervor, but I don't want to go ice fishing. So I guess it's time for a good book, and a nice pot of potato soup. Maybe I'll consider ice fishing after all. Yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-5255052268534414285?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/5255052268534414285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=5255052268534414285' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/5255052268534414285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/5255052268534414285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2010/01/hey-coldplease-go-away.html' title='Hey Cold...Please Go Away.'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-8248824021863827759</id><published>2010-01-09T14:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T16:19:48.271-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To move or not move</title><content type='html'>The joys of a home on wheels is the fact that I can move any time I like. Since August 13Th I have had that pleasure. I have been all over Florida during that time. The current cold weather has given me thought for another trip. To Key West. Fantastic fishing, historical building, and very interesting people. Unfortunately Key West is not much better than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Clearwater&lt;/span&gt;. Only 52 degrees in Key West. Not worth the 8 hour drive, and 417 miles. Plus I promised my kids I'd be here for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also had several e mails asking about my "van". Camera is in the repair shop, but I will post pictures in the future.  This is a van on steroids. The van is a 2004 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Roadtrek&lt;/span&gt; on a Chevrolet 3500 chassis. The stand up headroom is 6" 2". It has all the convinces of a home. Three leather captain's chairs, with the one behind the passenger's seat can be convert to a single bed. There is a table that can be installed between the two front seats.(stored when not used). The kitchen stove is a two burner propane,with a cover that doubles as a counter top when not in use. Stainless steel sink, with storage cabinet underneath. The fridge can run on 120v,battery, or propane. Self contained toilet, and shower. The rear of the van can be used two ways-a living area with two bench facing each other with a table in between or as a king sized bed with storage under the bed. Air conditioning, and forced air furnace. 15" flat screen TV &amp;amp; DVD player with stereo speakers. Almost forgot the micro-wave. Storage cabinets are in every square inch available, and a main closet behind the drivers seat. Under the rear chassis rides the self contained propane tank, and the generator. In an outside compartment two deep cell batteries. So this van is a small motor home. I'm sure I missed something.  Oh yes- My fresh water tank holds twenty five gallons, and I also carry more fresh water under the bed when planning to stay out a month .Since 90 percent of the time I travel alone this is more than adequate for my needs. I can actually stay lost in the woods for a month at a time with no problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mayberry&lt;/span&gt; commented about where I can store stuff. When I moved the contents of one of my safes there was 16 long guns laying on the bed. My tactical gun case with two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;AR's&lt;/span&gt; under the bed. In the drawer under one seat was 12 handguns, and the range bag had another 12 in it. God only knows what would have happened if Johnny Law would have stopped me. When on the road I carry the tactical gun case with a rifle or two of choice, and the range bag with at least four pistols. Both out of sight and well hidden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's the info on the "van" that carries a front &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;license&lt;/span&gt; plate that says "Little One"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-8248824021863827759?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/8248824021863827759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=8248824021863827759' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/8248824021863827759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/8248824021863827759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2010/01/to-move-or-not-move.html' title='To move or not move'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-4576397857915961369</id><published>2010-01-08T15:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T16:01:08.818-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Check and double check</title><content type='html'>Today was range day. Colder than a witch's t#t in January. Fortunately the range is indoors. Ha Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the Buckmark, two Ruger II, and the Ruger III. Since each of these weapons only load 10 rounds, and I'm not fond of reloading clips at the range I bring at least 10 mags for each. Well the Ruger Mark III was a recent purchase, so on the way to the range I stopped at my most friendly(they have a lot of my money) gun store. Picked up 10 mags for the Ruger Mark III. In -out head to the range.  I know, how many saw it coming? Those that did you are right. WRONG MAGS. Moral of story? Don't be in a hurry, and check, and double check. I'll have the right ones tomorrow, but what if I was leaving the state on a trip after that purchase? I would have been sol, and stuck with just two mags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another little tip I might add. Since so many 22 mags look so much a like I have color coded my mags to each weapon. A small dot of finger  nail polish to the base of the gun and the mag solves the problem. I also have found mag pouch's that hold 10 clips, and have labeled them to the corresponding weapons. Now all my 22 semi-auto's are organized. Mags for my High Standards, and a few others are not cheap, and can be hard to find. So I try and take care of what I have. Having at least 10 for each weapon may seem like over kill, but the guns are almost useless with out them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Mark III only had 20 rounds shot. I told you I was lazy. Still a fun day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay warm and safe during this cold spell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-4576397857915961369?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/4576397857915961369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=4576397857915961369' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/4576397857915961369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/4576397857915961369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2010/01/check-and-double-check.html' title='Check and double check'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-5609909034471517540</id><published>2010-01-07T17:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T18:03:58.177-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Land Land Land where are you?</title><content type='html'>Spent ALL day today looking for land. My eyes are going crossed. Tomorrow range day...need to straighten out my eyes. The net can help sometimes, and can offer disappointment other times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made contact with three Realtors covering from central Florida to the pan handle and the Georgia line. I'm beginning to think Florida might be a write off unless I go south. That would just make it more difficult if I had to leave the state. Kentucky looks better all the time.&lt;br /&gt;When we moved from Michigan to Florida with no jobs, and really not sure where we would live my wife said God would show us the way. God took her in o3, and now I'm alone to make all those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;decisions&lt;/span&gt;. I'll see if He helps my decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-5609909034471517540?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/5609909034471517540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=5609909034471517540' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/5609909034471517540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/5609909034471517540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2010/01/land-land-land-where-are-you.html' title='Land Land Land where are you?'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-8505856271491707019</id><published>2010-01-06T11:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T12:08:01.228-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What to buy for my birthday?</title><content type='html'>January 19 Th will mark 69 years living on this planet. I must admit most of them have been very enjoyable. Just the joy of living in the USA has been worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the weather is colder than a witch's t#t I'm inside where it is nice and warm. What better time to check out the gun world. From the time I was 21 I have purchased a fire arm for my birthday. Needless to say from that time fire arms continued to improve, and oh yes increase in price. I have a problem. What to buy this year. I know gunnies are not supposed to have that as a problem.  My intent when I first started was to have a revolver, a semi-auto pistol, and a rifle in the same caliber (carry three weapons &amp;amp; one ammo) in the most common calibers. 22,9mm,357,45Lc,30caliber,etc. That was reached a long time ago. It's been more than a month since something jumped in my hand that I could not let go of. I'm not bored, like they say what do you give a man that has everything? you got it...more of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have time to think about it. Perhaps I'll have an answer before then. Any idea's?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-8505856271491707019?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/8505856271491707019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=8505856271491707019' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/8505856271491707019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/8505856271491707019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-to-buy-for-my-birthday.html' title='What to buy for my birthday?'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-533846924002892078</id><published>2010-01-05T11:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T11:27:45.871-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hibernation or guts?</title><content type='html'>Hibernation can be fun, unless you are a strawberry farmer. Those men and women live and die by the weather. Right now they are running sprinklers to lay down a layer of ice to try and save the crops. By what I have read on the news they check the ground temperatures every hour which determines when to activate the sprinklers. I wish them luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fish farmers are in trouble due to the weather. They have limited facilities for inside storage. They have taken in as many as possible, and covered the outside tanks. But if cold weather continues as predicted the water temps will drop to a level that kills tropical fish. The fish farmer interviewed said the result would be a million dollar lose, and he would have to lay off his 6 employees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our citrus crops will also be effected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hibernate, turn up the heat to comfort level. I feel the pain for all Floridians that have to work outside in this weather. Mother nature can be cruel, and when she is our food supply suffers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-533846924002892078?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/533846924002892078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=533846924002892078' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/533846924002892078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/533846924002892078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2010/01/hibernation-or-guts.html' title='Hibernation or guts?'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-5289044889634589115</id><published>2010-01-04T15:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T15:47:13.869-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you live in a refrigerator?</title><content type='html'>I think I woke up in a refrigerator  this morning. I do not do cold well. Most small RV's and travel trailers are not built for cold weather. Mine is like living in a tin can. Walls of steel, paneling, and I would imagine very little insulation. Probably a minus 2 rating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However the faculties in my little house are more than adequate: Forced air furnace for cold, AC for heat in summer.. Buuuuut one needs to turn said options ON. The thermostat was set at 70 degrees when I retired for the night, and I was comfortable then. My sleeping bag is good for Arctic temps, so I was very warm until I woke up, and poked my nose out. Big dummy....the thermostat was set on the AC side, so the furnace did not turn on. Hit the switch for the furnace, and it turned on in mil-second. My life has been saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cold was it? TWENTY SEVEN DEGREES. My northern friends may laugh at me for being a wimp, but if it's not 70 degrees when I step outside I'm pissed. So laugh at me. I may just hibernate for the winter. I know today it will be hot coffee, and a good book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-5289044889634589115?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/5289044889634589115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=5289044889634589115' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/5289044889634589115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/5289044889634589115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2010/01/can-you-live-in-refrigerator.html' title='Can you live in a refrigerator?'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-331263611196993638</id><published>2010-01-03T21:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T21:49:15.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Land Hunting</title><content type='html'>Spent the day on line checking for vacant Florida land. Found a few that look promising, but may be priced out of my reach. I'll keep looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Added a few knives to the prep bag. Like guns I figure you can't have to many. A 15" knife is pretty close to a small machete. Does feel good on the leg. When in the woods I carry one on each hip. Never know when one or the other would become inaccessible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camera broke today. Need to have it repaired. I just carry a small Sony pocket camera in the woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep prepping, and lets get back to the times when we helped each other. Not the dead beats -the guys that lost their jobs. We need to start sticking together or we may not survive either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-331263611196993638?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/331263611196993638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=331263611196993638' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/331263611196993638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/331263611196993638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2010/01/land-hunting.html' title='Land Hunting'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-3549142026816800983</id><published>2010-01-02T15:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T15:44:04.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day of Relaxation.</title><content type='html'>Relaxation-Something I needed today. No news at all. I don't want to get pissed and raise my blood pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off to the range I went. The Colt Python performed as usual. The Glock stared back at me from the range bag. I stared back. We are not fond of each other. It feels like a light Styrofoam brick to me. Yes it's a 45, but not a 1911. I guess I'm just a dinosaur unable to adjust to modern time. I like it like that. I sure enjoy shooting the Gold Cup. So the Glock just went along for the ride. Maybe I'll give it to my son for a birthday present. Like I have said before I hate to sell any gun I own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the range? Reload Reload Reload Great for relaxation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow the land hunt begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-3549142026816800983?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/3549142026816800983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=3549142026816800983' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/3549142026816800983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/3549142026816800983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-of-relaxation.html' title='Day of Relaxation.'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-2212110702153565029</id><published>2010-01-01T15:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T16:10:06.748-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Bitty Tear Let Me Down</title><content type='html'>The year was 1959. I was stationed in Ankara Turkey serving my country. Fresh out of high school, and in a foreign country. The three years I served was an eye opening experience, and one that stayed with me for the rest of my life. It also instilled in me what a great country I lived in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time in Turkey also showed me what most people take for granted did not exist. Like toilet paper, matches, decent cigarettes. We had ration cards for cigarettes, and liquor. Use them up before the end of the month and you were sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year is 2010. The country USA. Or should I say Commie USA. First my stupid government tries  to tax my cigarettes out of existence. Oh yea it's for the children's insurance. Bull shit. It's for money and control. It gets even worse. Now we have to try and smoke cigarettes that go out by themselves. WTF Again for our own protection. Who the hell asked you to protect me? I've lived for 68 years without your help. 20 years ago I could roll my own. The tax increase on loose tobacco was even steeper than the cigarettes. So I have accepted the tax increase on my cigarettes (must save the children-even tho it's the parents job) Well I guess I'll go back to rolling my own again. But wait you bastards must be reading my mind. I've been in the woods to long, and out of the news loop. Senate Bill S1147 short version. ALL CIGARETTES, RYO,AND SMOKELESS TOBACCO PRODUCTS ARE NON MAILABLE. WTF?  Well you shitheads will now make me drive to other states to find what I want? Can't buy off the internet any more. Not only the Post Office, but all the carriers, UPS,Fed-ex etc will not deliver tobacco products. It's enough to make a grown man cry. And yes it's a bad bad bad habit, but it's MINE. And don't give me no shit about me burdening the medical system. I take care of myself remember-I take no pills, eat healthy, and am physically fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To bad my government worries so much about me, and not about our fine service members. But  that's another rant. All I want is to be left alone, and enjoy my vices for what time I have left. I guess that's to much to ask. Wish I could re-enlist, but then my government would not let me win the war. Shit another rant. Sorry I'm starting the year with an attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-2212110702153565029?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/2212110702153565029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=2212110702153565029' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/2212110702153565029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/2212110702153565029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2010/01/little-bitty-tear-let-me-down.html' title='A Little Bitty Tear Let Me Down'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-8433713007463571571</id><published>2009-12-31T14:46:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T14:57:43.009-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You had to ask</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/Sz0As7658rI/AAAAAAAAAE8/B69nqUcW39I/s1600-h/guns+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421490298422948530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/Sz0As7658rI/AAAAAAAAAE8/B69nqUcW39I/s320/guns+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/Sz0Adrp7ZEI/AAAAAAAAAE0/xTvs2jy4SDA/s1600-h/guns+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421490036358734914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/Sz0Adrp7ZEI/AAAAAAAAAE0/xTvs2jy4SDA/s320/guns+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/Sz0ANXeZBlI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Ut7yYlaarHw/s1600-h/guns+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421489756063729234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/Sz0ANXeZBlI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Ut7yYlaarHw/s320/guns+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I have to clean these anyway today. You asked for something bigger?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Colt, Smith &amp;amp; Wesson, and Ruger all represented.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See Ya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-8433713007463571571?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/8433713007463571571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=8433713007463571571' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/8433713007463571571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/8433713007463571571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-had-to-ask.html' title='You had to ask'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/Sz0As7658rI/AAAAAAAAAE8/B69nqUcW39I/s72-c/guns+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-3885409083539109542</id><published>2009-12-30T15:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T15:34:30.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/Szu5RCnm7NI/AAAAAAAAAEk/IHEWzLcTMFI/s1600-h/guns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421130278882438354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/Szu5RCnm7NI/AAAAAAAAAEk/IHEWzLcTMFI/s320/guns.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-3885409083539109542?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/3885409083539109542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=3885409083539109542' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/3885409083539109542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/3885409083539109542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2009/12/what.html' title='What?'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/Szu5RCnm7NI/AAAAAAAAAEk/IHEWzLcTMFI/s72-c/guns.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-3097814828983781974</id><published>2009-12-29T18:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T18:47:23.974-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost the end of the Year</title><content type='html'>Well that time again.....the year ends, and another year begins. The one thing you can't stop. Time marches on. With all the government crap going on 2010 will still arrive. What it will bring nobody knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What New Years Resolutions will we break first? Will they be the same we make every year?&lt;br /&gt;For me this coming year will seem a lot different. No house or condo to take care of. No business to worry about how to keep running with the new government mandates. Freedom really seems great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Resolutions to make, just a to do list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Find that elusive 5-10 acres I want so bad. (Maybe even out of Florida)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Consolidate all the preps in one place (Why number 1 is needed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Install solar, and spare batteries on MH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Move my second safe to join the first one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Build the new reloading benches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Set up the 4 Dillon presses, and 3 Rock Crusher's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Sort and prep the four 5 gallon buckets of brass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Get back to reloading 2000 rounds of something each week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Check the preps for rotation, and inventory.(sucks when they are in 3 places)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Go to the range at least once a week. (ha ha this is a given &amp;amp; reason for #6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Enjoy my Freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. And last but not least hope every one survives, and we some how get past this mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received my new bill from our friendly tax collector Diane Nelson for the privilege to drive my  van, truck, and car. Since Florida like many other states are broke they have to find new ways to steal our money. They know we still need to drive so that makes it easier for them. But damn did they have to DOUBLE it? Then rub salt in the wound by offering you to renew for two years. Like everybody will do that. And no I don't need some smart ass telling me I have to many or I could walk. All are paid for, and if you add up all the sales taxes, and plate fees, on all cars and trucks in the same position on the road today the state does quite well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just saying for example if the price of Pepsi doubled people would not buy it. But the Bastards(excuse my French) know you will drive. So I bite the bullet, and pay up....Still sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a bright note: May everyone have a Happy New Year.&lt;br /&gt;God Bless.&lt;br /&gt;See Ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-3097814828983781974?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/3097814828983781974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=3097814828983781974' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/3097814828983781974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/3097814828983781974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2009/12/almost-end-of-year.html' title='Almost the end of the Year'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-1276496197920455423</id><published>2009-12-27T13:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T13:31:43.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to the range I go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/Szele28qnMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/EHzNwXTPyrQ/s1600-h/guns+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419982626128305346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/Szele28qnMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/EHzNwXTPyrQ/s320/guns+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have this deal with Santa. I give him milk and cookies, and he gives me guns and ammo. I should really up date him to Jack Daniels, and steak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year he has added another 22 to the safe, with 5,000 rounds of ammo. How can you not like Santa? I sure believe in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smith &amp;amp; Wesson 22A/22S Sport Series Target Pistol. Life just keeps getting better. Off to the range I go. Ho Ho Ho Darn 5,000 rounds are heavy. Be lighter on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-1276496197920455423?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/1276496197920455423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=1276496197920455423' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/1276496197920455423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/1276496197920455423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2009/12/off-to-range-i-go.html' title='Off to the range I go'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/Szele28qnMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/EHzNwXTPyrQ/s72-c/guns+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-7036144020810092633</id><published>2009-12-26T12:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T13:08:24.734-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts to Ponder</title><content type='html'>I have hunted and fished all my life. Living in the woods for extended times with just what we carried in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read a lot of prepper sites, and realize that I have always been a prepper. Our house always had at least a month's supply of staples. Venison usually lasted year to year. Adequate cloths, and since I always loved tools, and guns those are in great supply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times have changed now. The world has gone crazy, and it seems our standard of living is bound for the toilet. To be honest the recession to date has had no effect on me except the loss of 38k when I sold my condo. Note: I said to date. What will the future bring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little motor home can carry enough supplies for me for at least 6 months. Longer if I supplement food items from the wild, or ration what I carry. Now what would happen if I had to leave the motor home? Like I have said the woods are my second home. My pack that I have had for years carries all my favorite items to keep me comfortable. A medical problem would be the only undoing. But how long could I last in that life style? I'll be 69 in January, and I am in perfect health-but for how long? Will people that think like I do band together? What knowledge and supplies will they bring to the table?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent 7 days recently in the woods.. I parked the van, took my pack and headed out for some adventure. My trip was along a river of good water, so that was not a problem. The total mileage was only 30 miles, so it was more of a vacation than a survival situation. The weather was fairly mild, except for the rain. Rain keeps me holed up in the tent.I don't like to travel in the rain. But did get me some reading time which I enjoy very much. I read "The Road". If that's what it will be like I may save the last bullet for me. That book was the most depressing I have ever read. As a matter of fact it was used to start a few fires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be slightly different than most people. Once you have enjoyed the good life if it's lost some people can't accept it. To me it's just stuff. But don't get me wrong. A nice summer drive in my Corvette with the top down is very enjoyable to me. A nice long hot shower without worry of running out of water is very enjoyable. Kinda like a catch 22.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll live the good life until it ends, and then start the survival life. I'm as prepared as possible, and still try to add more each week. Now where can I get a semi to haul it all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-7036144020810092633?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/7036144020810092633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=7036144020810092633' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/7036144020810092633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/7036144020810092633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2009/12/thoughts-to-ponder.html' title='Thoughts to Ponder'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-4101027639622957743</id><published>2009-12-25T13:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T13:16:48.724-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The only words necessary</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to ALL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-4101027639622957743?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/4101027639622957743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=4101027639622957743' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/4101027639622957743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/4101027639622957743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2009/12/only-words-necessary.html' title='The only words necessary'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-8464933401850812779</id><published>2009-12-04T11:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T11:52:36.832-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Rain Rain</title><content type='html'>Maybe I should have really checked the weather before leaving the city. Today it seems the entire state of Florida is going to take another soaking, with possible severe weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the time to escape to say Kentucky until the weather cleared. Oh well...time to hunker down and let it blow by. Have a few good books to read, and of course can sleep late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as the net stays up I'll get all the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Added another flashlight to the preps. Have enough to last for about a hundred years. This is one of the hand crank models with 4 led's. Squeezed it about 20 times. Sounds like a tiny generator inside. Like the ones used on the bicycle lights of the 50's. It stayed light for two hours, and with about 10 more pumps was ready to go again. Gives plenty of light in the van. Cost $5.00. Will be interesting to see how long it lasts, and how it works outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for a can of salmon for lunch. Can't go fishing right now, but can still eat fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-8464933401850812779?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/8464933401850812779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=8464933401850812779' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/8464933401850812779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/8464933401850812779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2009/12/rain-rain-rain.html' title='Rain Rain Rain'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-2480213713021782626</id><published>2009-11-29T11:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T12:33:12.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to leave</title><content type='html'>Friday and Saturday was range therapy. SIL and I managed to help the Black Friday mentality by buying 4,200 rounds of 22's. They came in box's of 525 for $25.50 a box.  So we helped the local gun store to pay their rent for the day. $204.00 for two days of fun seemed to me money well spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Colt AR 22 eats 30 rounds per mag, the 22 semi's eat 10 rounds per clip, and the 22 revolvers eat 6-9 for each round. Since I hate to reload mags, I have 30 for the Colt AR, and at least 10 each for the other 22 pistols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ammo was Federal 525 round value pack. 36 grain, copper plated, hollow point. The Colt AR's ate everyone of them. As did all the Rugers. The Browning Buck Mark(I have 4) had so many failures with this ammo that we came home with half the clips still loaded. The mis-fires were all used up in the Rugers, and the revolvers. Of course I favor the Smith revolvers. They eat everything I put in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guns are cleaned, and back in the safe, except for a few that I carry with me in the van.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The van is gassed, cleaned, and re-stocked for at least another month. Time to hit the road to some where. The Ocala National Forrest seems to calling my name. Found some lots on line there that needs to be looked at. Not exactly what I want, but would be a nice place to park from time to time. They are close to the river, and my Sea Eagle needs to get wet again, as does the fishing lures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-2480213713021782626?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/2480213713021782626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=2480213713021782626' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/2480213713021782626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/2480213713021782626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2009/11/time-to-leave.html' title='Time to leave'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-2615708587181089600</id><published>2009-11-26T10:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T10:39:32.854-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY TURKEY DAY TO ALL!</title><content type='html'>Stuff your face with Turkey,mashed tatters or yams,stuffing,gravy,and at least two pieces of pie. I know I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the men and women of our Armed Forces that allow us to continue free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss your kids and loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless the USA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-2615708587181089600?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/2615708587181089600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=2615708587181089600' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/2615708587181089600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/2615708587181089600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-turkey-day-to-all.html' title='HAPPY TURKEY DAY TO ALL!'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-793044872889454342</id><published>2009-11-25T16:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T17:11:52.895-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck in the city for a week.</title><content type='html'>Today is only Wednesday. I feel like I have been in prison for a year. I'm stuck in the city for this week. Waiting for clips, and mags from the local gun store. Plus a few survival items ordered off the net shipped to my daughter's house. Plus I promised I would be in town for Turkey Day. I love her so here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's great not to have an address, or people knowing where they can find you. But it has it's draw backs. Been thinking about a PO box. But again another expense I can afford, but I'm trying to eliminate trails. So currently I have two places to keep stuff. My daughter, and my son. They are 100 miles apart. When I can find a piece of land I'll feel better. My Van can carry enough for me to last a month easy, but then when it's time to restock have to go to my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as I'm stuck in the city I have been checking the local store sales since it's Turkey week. Found some very good sales on can goods. Bought 120 cans of various vegetables for a total of $98.27. Some buy one get one free, others 10 for $10.00. But damn....they get heavy. Managed to put them all in my daughter's pantry. She had to ask me if I still think the SHTF is going to happen. I just smiled, and said I don't like to go grocery shopping very often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a ton of supplies stored in several places, and have been thinking if something happens, how do I get to them. Something to think about. I do have it set up so both supplies are equal. That way I'm not short either place. But just the thought of moving either one makes me tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thought....What if it's only what you can carry without a truck, or van? I have both, and I know they would be useless without gas. The van is my house, so when gas is gone I can just park it, and live in it. Need to think of something to haul goods with other than a grocery cart. I have built trailers for bicycles that can carry quite a load. But they are only good for concrete travel. I don't plan on being on the roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta find that land soon. Problem is I want it close enough for my family to get to. If it was just me I would already have something out west, or in upper Michigan. Family...Gotta try and take care of them even if they won't take care of themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if by some miracle we survive what appears to be unfolding the supplies will not go to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least the week won't be a total waste. Range therapy planned for Friday, and Saturday. Back to the woods on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-793044872889454342?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/793044872889454342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=793044872889454342' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/793044872889454342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/793044872889454342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2009/11/stuck-in-city-for-week.html' title='Stuck in the city for a week.'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-5756903989068717099</id><published>2009-11-21T18:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T18:54:24.014-05:00</updated><title type='text'>News Today: Fat People Need to Hide</title><content type='html'>Scary: I would not advise fat people to go to Peru. Just when you thought the news could not get any worse. Peruvian gangs killing fat people to sell their fat to the cosmetics industry. Holy shit....Momma may be putting on lipstick from one of her relatives.The joke always was not kidnapping a fat person. Guess shooting one is ok. What the hell is next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you see why I like the woods? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se Ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-5756903989068717099?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/5756903989068717099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=5756903989068717099' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/5756903989068717099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/5756903989068717099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2009/11/news-today-fat-people-need-to-hide.html' title='News Today: Fat People Need to Hide'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-7896598718372064956</id><published>2009-11-19T13:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T14:30:51.984-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking for Land again</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I think to much. I think squatters may have the right idea. Let the land owners fight the bullshit nanny requirements for what you can and cannot do with your own land. Then when they do catch you squatting just move on somewhere else. Unfortunately my morals would not let me use something without permission that does not belong to me. Still tempting sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had five acres which I got for a good deal. No money exchanged. Trades work very nice when both parties are happy. Of course when land or property changes hands the nanny government gets to change the rules. Didn't see that coming did ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well to make a long story short I have a friend that loves to live in a deed restriction life style, and always runs for office of the HOA. When I told him of my problem he most graciously offered me a fine price to take it off my hands. Not wanting to screw a friend I asked him if the offer was serious, and he said yes. Sometimes there is a God. I now have the funds to look for another piece of land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did learn my lesson. Funny I forgot so easy. Guess it was just the sheer joy of having 5 acres to call my own. When we moved to Florida and was loking for a house I told my wife that we needed three requirements: High ground, two car garage and NO RESTRICTIONS. Since that was 28 years ago, and my wife has passed and not here to remind me I'll blame it on CRS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the search begins again. Any one have any info on vacant land available North of Clearwater Florida for sale?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn maybe now is the time to look for land in Texas. I think I could find my type of friends there. Gotta love a state for open carry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note-Today is Buy Ammo Day or as I like to say"Piss off Sarah Brady Day" You all will be glad to know I did my part for at least three people. Went to the range this morning and used 750 round as re-coil therapy for my bad mood, then went to my normal gun shop(we have ammo) and replaced it three fold. Also tonight plan on re-loading a bunch of 38's. I'm feeling better already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for listening to my rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-7896598718372064956?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/7896598718372064956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=7896598718372064956' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/7896598718372064956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/7896598718372064956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2009/11/looking-for-land-again.html' title='Looking for Land again'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-9022400431582243658</id><published>2009-11-18T15:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T15:42:24.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The More I See People The More I Like The Woods</title><content type='html'>I really hate coming out of the woods . If is was not for my kids I would not have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be old...But I like saying "Merry Christmas".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I had a house I never cared if my neighbor's grass was three inches taller than mine. Or he had a car on blocks. Maybe his lawn mower was broke, and the car to, and maybe him to. I'd ask if he needed some help, and if he said no that was fine. He must be happy as is. Unless it's a health hazard it's his property. Oh shit...I forgot about property values. How are they now folks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read a lot of survival blogs (my kind of people)...Hate when some of my favorite's just disappear with out warning. What happened to them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend that was down from Michigan, and I suggested a trip to the range. Opened the safe and asked him what he would like to shoot. His reply was "What the hell do you need so many for?" My reply...I have a limit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Radio Shack for some red dot batteries......Same shit. They wanted more info than the IRS...Folks all I want is to buy batteries not give you my life story. They did not get the info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girl friend lives in a 55 plus community. More shit....The condo commando's know my truck, and me. The last time I visited her I had not turned the motor off before one of them was at my door reminding me to put my visitor pass on the dashboard. I said forget it. Love to piss them off. Half of them don't even know their neighbor, but let a strange vechile show up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm getting grouchy in my old age. I always believed in giving my customers something alittle extra and asking my neighbors if they needed help. Now I feel like I just want to be left alone, and I don't like that feeling. A man needs to work, and be part of a community. I can't bring back the 50's as I well know. But I'm damn sure going to start looking for new friends that still think the way I do. I do know the net has a lot of people that still think like I do....Think I'll start looking for some in Florida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-9022400431582243658?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/9022400431582243658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=9022400431582243658' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/9022400431582243658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/9022400431582243658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2009/11/more-i-see-people-more-i-like-woods.html' title='The More I See People The More I Like The Woods'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-465805883897050282</id><published>2009-11-03T19:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T19:30:20.631-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I admit by todays law I am a criminal</title><content type='html'>Criminal, criminal, possible domestic terrorist. Damn that would be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have two safes. One at my son-in-laws(ex-but still family to me), and the new one I just bought for my daughter's house. My ex son -in-law always seems to have money problems. Currently behind on his mortgage payments, light bill, water bill...You get the idea. Not a good place for my collection to reside. Besides that safe was already full, and about 25 new ones were taking up a lot of my storage space in the van. Legal? Don't give a shit...did it my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So new safe installed in daughter's house needed to be filled with guns from old safe, then old safe needed to be moved to daughter's house. You get the picture. So I load up my truck and head to daughter's house. Put the first load in safe. Call it a day. Only about three more loads to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to the bank, post office, grocery store, Verizon phone store, and stop for gas. Time to head home to the van. Much to my surprise when I un-loaded my pockets what did I find.....The 38 derringer I had put in my pocket when unloading the safe so it would not get lost in the truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I do not have a concealed carry permit. I am a Free American who believes the Second Amendment allows me to carry a fire arm. So for a short period today I was a criminal in the eyes of the law. Why don't I just break down and get the permit? Nah next time I'll just make sure it's in the glove box and I'll be legal. Still don't make sense to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody was harmed during my short criminal career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-465805883897050282?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/465805883897050282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=465805883897050282' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/465805883897050282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/465805883897050282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-admit-by-todays-law-i-am-criminal.html' title='I admit by todays law I am a criminal'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-158937382963137579</id><published>2009-11-01T15:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T15:58:10.305-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm having trouble staying out of the woods.</title><content type='html'>The woods feel like they are my private domain. I simply love the peace and solitude they provide. Setting in my lawn chair with a fresh cup of coffee, watching the sun come up over the meadow, starts my day. The only thing better is when I find a location with a stream flowing thru the woods. So as often as possible I'm in the woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have promised my off-spring that I would stay tethered to the real world via the stupid cell phone. I do check in sometimes so they know I'm still alive. I called Saturday night to inform them that I was still alive, and doing just fine. SIL had to inform me that I'm missing a local gun show. He loves to be a smart ass sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I made it back Saturday night in record time, picked up SIL at 0700 this morning, out to breakfast, and to the gun show. This is a very small local show held once a year. Mostly the same local collectors you see every year. I know quite a few of them. Was nice to see them again and rub in the fact I was re-tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course you know my weakness for wheel guns, and of course 22's in general. I could supply a small army with 22's. But what happens when you find a real gem? Damn straight....buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruger SPS 101 in 22. Stainless of course. I have never seen one before. I have the SPS 101 in 9mm. Guess I don't get out as often as I need to. So another 22 has to find some range time this week....Like Monday at 10:00am when the local indoor range opens. Another reason I like the woods. No time limits except darkness. Night vision next? Strange thoughts sometimes run around in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-158937382963137579?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/158937382963137579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=158937382963137579' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/158937382963137579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/158937382963137579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-having-trouble-staying-out-of-woods.html' title='I&apos;m having trouble staying out of the woods.'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-3251188581838672576</id><published>2009-10-29T13:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T13:53:13.557-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quit Complaining and do something about it</title><content type='html'>Complaining about how the big bad banks are ripping you off? I'm really tired about hearing how stupid you are. Especially about all you GOOD customers. Pay your bill in full each month, never late with a payment, never had a over-limit. Think you are clever doing this. That will fix them...no money made off me. Sorry to bust your bubble, but the stores that take your credit card have to pay the card for that privilege. If you carry a balance then both of you pay.&lt;br /&gt;Strictly business folks.  Yes I use credit cards, and pay them off every month. The first card that tries to charge me a fee goes to the shredder, and card gets cancelled. I'm not above getting an interest free loan for thirty days while my money makes interest. Their system, not mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you in on another secret. When paying in cash ask for a 3-5 percent discount. A lot of gas stations offer discounts for cash. That tell you anything? The seller don't like credit cards either, but as long as dumb people use them he needs to accept them or his competitor will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever think prices could go down if credit cards disappeared? Novel thought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A certain percentage of people always seem to think they are being picked on, or need something handed to them. Bullshit, this is America the land of opportunely. No body owes you a thing. I've worked for a dollar an hour, and I've worked for two hundred dollars an hour...my CHOICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cash works two ways: When you spend it to buy something you now own it free and clear. The second: When your wallet is empty you can't buy more. Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the rant...back to credit cards. Simply quit complaining about the charges, eat them and live with it, or DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-3251188581838672576?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/3251188581838672576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=3251188581838672576' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/3251188581838672576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/3251188581838672576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2009/10/quit-complaining-and-do-something-about.html' title='Quit Complaining and do something about it'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-8608618185086597311</id><published>2009-10-27T15:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T15:59:21.015-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SudQyuhLoGI/AAAAAAAAAEE/0PnOUgmIkes/s1600-h/Pig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397371510837715042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SudQyuhLoGI/AAAAAAAAAEE/0PnOUgmIkes/s320/Pig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I want one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-8608618185086597311?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/8608618185086597311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=8608618185086597311' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/8608618185086597311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/8608618185086597311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2009/10/enough.html' title='Enough?'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SudQyuhLoGI/AAAAAAAAAEE/0PnOUgmIkes/s72-c/Pig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-3445515176445454547</id><published>2009-10-22T12:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T13:17:56.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tampa Gun Show Report Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SuCNrcPauPI/AAAAAAAAADw/Yfykh6Orm7E/s1600-h/DSC_0129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395468131044604146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SuCNrcPauPI/AAAAAAAAADw/Yfykh6Orm7E/s320/DSC_0129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know I'm bad. I could not finish previous post because my services was requested for a rescue mission.....At any rate back to the Gun Show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half way into the show, and that damn little voice was still saying "Buy Me Buy Me". Getting tired of hearing that yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working two isles at once. Looking at one table, and then turning around to see the other side. Well there she was in all her shinny luster. Some back round info. I have been collecting High Standard Firearms since 1963, and have yet to sell one. So the "Buy Me" did just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a Mitchell Arms Trophy II. Made in the USA in Fort Worth Texas. Just another reason to like Texas. It has all the correct paper work, and the original box. UNFIRED. Even has a spare clip. It's own little Monogrammed felt bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a collector's stand point......WONDERFUL. They are gong to HATE me. Yes I intend to fire this baby this weekend. If I own it, and it's safe to shoot.....it gets shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless our Troops&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-3445515176445454547?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/3445515176445454547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=3445515176445454547' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/3445515176445454547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/3445515176445454547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2009/10/tampa-gun-show-report-part-ii.html' title='Tampa Gun Show Report Part II'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SuCNrcPauPI/AAAAAAAAADw/Yfykh6Orm7E/s72-c/DSC_0129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-2821045705367642173</id><published>2009-10-21T15:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T15:36:48.118-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tampa Gun Show Report.</title><content type='html'>Well the garage is finished, and home to the Corvette, and the storage facility is still full. I need to empty the storage facility, and get the stuff to the garage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the woods keep calling, and I keep answering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there was a gun show in Tampa this weekend. I resisted Saturday. I actually worked on the storage facility. I know it needs to be done...but there was a gun show. Resisting is difficult. Maybe not even an option. Well normally most of the good stuff goes the first day. However sometimes some collectors can only set up on Sundays. Also sometimes prices are reduced close to closing time. Remember resistance is difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You knew I was going to the gun show Sunday right? When I walked in I heard this little voice in my head say "Buy Me, Buy Me". It seemed to be coming from the center of the show. When ever I go to a gun show I always do the outside walls first, and then up and down each isle. The voice in my head was still saying "Buy Me". Where was my treasure? Midway  and not found yet...Was my voice wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part II next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-2821045705367642173?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/2821045705367642173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=2821045705367642173' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/2821045705367642173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/2821045705367642173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2009/10/tampa-gun-show-report.html' title='Tampa Gun Show Report.'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-7412967053865339436</id><published>2009-10-16T19:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T19:57:03.408-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain and small quarters</title><content type='html'>Well this is the first time for me to be in the woods when it rained ALL day. Family and friends have been telling me ever since I bought the "Little One", that I should have bought something bigger. At least 32'. Well they are wrong. Woke up this morning some where around daylight, fried up some bacon and eggs. Bacon always helps the mood. Would have preferred to cook outside, but the two burner range worked just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleaned up the pans, and stove. Tackled my body next. All went well, and with a coffee and cigarette re-tired to the rear of the coach to read my favorite blogs. That took to lunch time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting to cook anything hot opened one of my storage foods. A can of salmon. Add some red onion, and a little mayo...food for the Gods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The back of the coach can be a king sized bed, or a dinette. I always leave it as a bed, because I added a full size mattress for comfort, and have no place to store the mattress. Plus there is a table that can be used with the two front seats. The passenger seat also folds back to make a single bed. Folded half way makes it comfortable for an afternoon nap which I accomplished with no problem. The TV(have no use for it except to use the DVD player) provides additional entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only inconvenience  I have found is doing laundry. There is plenty of storage space for T shirts, shorts, socks, and jeans which is all I usually wear. I have enough to last a month before I need to do laundry. If I am lucky enough to be near family they are kind enough to do it for me. Otherwise I have to do it. Takes lots of quarters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Road trek is VERY comfortable for one, and adequate for two. It has everything my condo had except for the washer and dryer. My girl friend would like a larger shower. I have a portable outside shower(with hot and cold water) which is nice to use in warm weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I am comfortable with my living arrangements. The best part is the freedom to go anywhere I like. That's what it is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-7412967053865339436?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/7412967053865339436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=7412967053865339436' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/7412967053865339436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/7412967053865339436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2009/10/rain-and-small-quarters.html' title='Rain and small quarters'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-2611053854071829095</id><published>2009-10-14T14:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T14:26:11.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The safe is safe</title><content type='html'>Up at o dark thirty. First stop for food and more important a couple of gallons of leaded caffeine to help open the eyes. I usually enjoy early starts, but not when I did not get to bed until 2am.&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes a good book is hard to put down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;140 miles later the safe is loaded on the trailer, tied down, and ready to leave for it's new home. Three hours later we were parked in front of the garage. I asked where it was going, and to my surprise my son-in-law said "In the spare bedroom". Ya right. Down a two turn hallway,thru the door, and a 90 degree turn to the closet. Add to the fact the carpet. OK time to think. I have moved 8000 pound machinery with 1/2" dia steel bars and a crow bar on concrete with no problems. Going into the garage found two pieces of 3/4" plywood, which will protect the carpet. Sometimes I show sparks of genius. Ha this is one of those times. I have four steel plates with wheels on all four corners that car tires fit in for moving cars in close quarters. By leaning back the safe two was placed under it...repeat for the front, and voila safe on wheels. Laying down the plywood, and roll the safe as needed. One hour job is done, and it's Pizza and beer time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the safe is in it's new home, and partially filled. Now son-in-law needs to save his money to fill the empty spots. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-2611053854071829095?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/2611053854071829095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=2611053854071829095' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/2611053854071829095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/2611053854071829095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2009/10/safe-is-safe.html' title='The safe is safe'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-1761018867312207320</id><published>2009-10-13T16:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T16:36:50.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Retirement  the other type of work</title><content type='html'>Retirement is hard work. Ya I hear all of  you that would trade places with me. Keep working you'll get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up at 6am this morning. Washed and waxed the truck, and started to do the same with the MH when I received a call from son-in-law who had the day off.  He wanted to go look at a gun safe some guy had for sale. Let me see...go look at a gun safe, or work on the MH? The gun safe now has to be picked up.....that's for tomorrow. See my work is never done. It's now 6pm and time for dinner. After dinner 20 mags to fill for Thursday range day. Always something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do try to read my favorite blogs everyday. They are my new found friends, and I enjoy all of them. What hurts when some just disappear....no reasons found. I feel like a death has happened when that occurs. Some are kind enough to state a reason and for that I am grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not the best writer, so my posts are sporadic at best. Perhaps as retirement continues I'll have the time to post more of my travels. Right now I'm just adjusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-1761018867312207320?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/1761018867312207320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=1761018867312207320' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/1761018867312207320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/1761018867312207320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2009/10/retirement-other-type-of-work.html' title='Retirement  the other type of work'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-807617386263477899</id><published>2009-10-04T16:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T17:06:52.441-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday-Sunday-Sunday</title><content type='html'>I have tried my best to stay away from all political bullshit today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleaned 14 guns, and reloaded the 12 mags I shot up last Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Tampa Bay get their ass kicked again. Now watching Dallas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even during my enjoyment of watching football games my lousy government has to bombard me with "smoke free" Florida. Thank God for the mute button. Tax the shit out of me to "save the children", and then piss the money away on &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;prime time tv&lt;/span&gt;. Well you ain't going to get me to quit smoking that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got some more preps this month. I failed to remember that toilet paper does get used up. lol Also bought a couple dozen tooth brushes, a couple of dozen lighters, and a few shirts, and pants(tree bark cameo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to find a way to store food on vacant land without using a building. Anybody got any idea's? Florida's heat and humidly are not my friends for this project. The MH has it's limits, and it would be nice to have stashed food on my land.  I'm not yet ready to put up a building. More research seems to be needed. Perhaps less range time and more research? That's not going to happen. Still have three rifles, and one pistol that have not been shot yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salmon patties for dinner tonight, and they need me to make them. Tummy says do it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-807617386263477899?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/807617386263477899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=807617386263477899' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/807617386263477899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/807617386263477899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2009/10/sunday-sunday-sunday.html' title='Sunday-Sunday-Sunday'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-584378146933649385</id><published>2009-09-20T11:05:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T15:35:59.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Have to love those wheel guns</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SrZFFBOfu2I/AAAAAAAAADo/NdCkkUVVnXI/s1600-h/wheel+gun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383566357098904418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SrZFFBOfu2I/AAAAAAAAADo/NdCkkUVVnXI/s320/wheel+gun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; New addition to the family of wheel guns. I do like wheel guns. Smith &amp;amp; Wesson 22-4 Thunder Ranch 45.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe Federal used to make the 45 Rim brass so the half moon clips were not necessary. At any rate I believe they are now hard to find. I think I'll do some research. At any rate I own 6 wheel guns in the 45 caliber. So many many years ago while I was on Midway I noticed that they had 10,000 rounds of 45 rim brass for sale. Yep I own them. So I'm in pretty good shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Range time again for this week end. I think this week end will be strictly 45's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-584378146933649385?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/584378146933649385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=584378146933649385' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/584378146933649385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/584378146933649385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2009/09/have-to-love-those-wheel-guns.html' title='Have to love those wheel guns'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SrZFFBOfu2I/AAAAAAAAADo/NdCkkUVVnXI/s72-c/wheel+gun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-2524061411837787911</id><published>2009-09-12T13:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T13:37:06.207-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Range Report</title><content type='html'>The family that shoots together has a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number one son still loves the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Glock&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number two son still loves his v10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad just loves them all. I'm sorry but the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Glock&lt;/span&gt; still feels funny to me. I think it's just the weight or lack of. It shoots just fine right out of the box. First 50 rounds was factory ammo, and the next 950 rounds was my reloads. Oh shit there goes my warranty. Number one son states the trigger needs to be reworked. I disagree, because he likes a trigger pull to be way to light. Breathe on his it goes off. On any of my weapons that other people may shoot the trigger pulls are factory. On my personal weapons that nobody else shoots I do have adjustments-especially my wheel guns. And I do LOVE my wheel guns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Glock&lt;/span&gt; 30sf may be carried during the warmer times. More range time is required. It did function without one hick-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course number two son had to slip in his Colt AR22, and bring it to the range as well. For his punishment Number one son and dad shot up two thousand rounds of his ammo, and have no intention of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;replacing&lt;/span&gt; it. Serves him right. If he would have asked we would have brought ours, and used our own ammo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part was that I got to spend the day with two men I love very much. Two men I have faith in to carry on the fight for our second ammendments right. Two men who strongly stand up for their own ideas, and refuse to lower their standards. They make me proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-2524061411837787911?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/2524061411837787911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=2524061411837787911' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/2524061411837787911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/2524061411837787911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2009/09/range-report.html' title='Range Report'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-6836221802209136051</id><published>2009-09-09T19:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T20:14:42.524-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Tradition-Willing to Dis-agree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SqhDfGz3aXI/AAAAAAAAADg/eStEm7ya9t4/s1600-h/DSC_0125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379623956577216882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SqhDfGz3aXI/AAAAAAAAADg/eStEm7ya9t4/s320/DSC_0125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SqhCpKzH67I/AAAAAAAAADY/CN1EO0BNb6E/s1600-h/123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379623029934910386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SqhCpKzH67I/AAAAAAAAADY/CN1EO0BNb6E/s320/123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How in the hell do I delete pictures uploaded by mistake? Help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My number one son loves Glocks. He now has three. My number two son(actually son-law but son #2) sucks up to me because I have always been a 1911 man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our favorite gun store favors Glocks, although they never have trouble selling me another high end 1911. lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow the three of us are headed to the range Willing to Dis-agree. Number one son will be shooting Glocks, and number two son will be shooting my 1911's. And me....he he will be shooting all of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again I have never been against change or not willing to try something new, so I have added a Glock 30sf to the safe. Two reasons-if I like it could be a nice summer carry here in Florida. Current carry is: Springfield Armory V10 Ultra Compact. For general target plinking we will use the Springfield Armory NM Trophy Match.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3000 rounds are in the ammo box. Glad I have two young fellows as ammo carriers. You know how heavy 3000 rounds of 45 is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing does piss me off right from the word go. Glock's manual says I cannot shoot re-loads . To do so may damage the gun, and void the warranty. WTF All my good old American guns shoots what ever I put thru them. You can bet your ass this Glock will to, or my number one son gets another Christmas present. I have not discussed this with him yet. I know he has been reloading since he was 16, and I doubt he would buy factory ammo just for his three Glocks. He did tell me not to shoot lead thru a Glock. Pussy gun. I'll give it the hardball, and save the lead for the wheel guns-they love to eat anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we will see what tomorrow brings at the range. I promise an honest unbiased report. He He&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;See Ya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-6836221802209136051?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/6836221802209136051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=6836221802209136051' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/6836221802209136051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/6836221802209136051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2009/09/family-tradition-willing-to-dis-agree.html' title='Family Tradition-Willing to Dis-agree'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SqhDfGz3aXI/AAAAAAAAADg/eStEm7ya9t4/s72-c/DSC_0125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-2689260302587739233</id><published>2009-09-07T14:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T15:00:27.754-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-tired Have to love it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SqVWsR5Y5oI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_gKFWQfyTr4/s1600-h/DSC_0124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378800648682268290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SqVWsR5Y5oI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_gKFWQfyTr4/s320/DSC_0124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SqVWMbkxrzI/AAAAAAAAADI/SgDAL_KB1gM/s1600-h/123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378800101524352818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SqVWMbkxrzI/AAAAAAAAADI/SgDAL_KB1gM/s320/123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was working I was lucky enough to get to the range once a month. Since I retired I now can go every day if I feel like it. Thus far two days a week seems to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;satisfy&lt;/span&gt; my re-coil &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;therapy&lt;/span&gt;. However since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;acquiring&lt;/span&gt; two new items to add to the safe I feel this week will require more work. They are nice, but my M-1 is still the old stand by. Enough said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See Ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-2689260302587739233?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/2689260302587739233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=2689260302587739233' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/2689260302587739233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/2689260302587739233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2009/09/re-tired-have-to-love-it.html' title='Re-tired Have to love it'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SqVWsR5Y5oI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_gKFWQfyTr4/s72-c/DSC_0124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-2663309538462590799</id><published>2009-08-30T19:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T19:43:12.781-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Range Time Monday-An all day job</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SpsOOfWIAQI/AAAAAAAAADA/68UmmM1pvA4/s1600-h/123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375906222292074754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SpsOOfWIAQI/AAAAAAAAADA/68UmmM1pvA4/s320/123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-2663309538462590799?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/2663309538462590799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=2663309538462590799' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/2663309538462590799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/2663309538462590799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2009/08/range-time-monday-all-day-job.html' title='Range Time Monday-An all day job'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SpsOOfWIAQI/AAAAAAAAADA/68UmmM1pvA4/s72-c/123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-4996652466781768222</id><published>2009-08-30T18:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T19:18:42.679-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Electricity for the garage</title><content type='html'>Electricity for the garage is progressing slowly. First of all running the conduit thru the attic all the way across my daughters house took a toll on this old body. Damn I'm not 30 any more. Hot, Hot, Hot. Took 6 cold drinks to go from the garage up the attic and across the house. But juice to the Toy Box is required. Not only does it store the "Red Hot Momma" I intend to put a small lathe, and mill in to. Equipment to have just in case. We have a generator, but only as a back up. What a man won't do for his car. But let me tell you something about my special car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a 1964 Corvette Convertible. Riverside Red, black top, and black interior. Her nick name was "Red Hot Momma". She was sold in Detroit Michigan on April 1st 1964 to my dad. Motor is a 327, with the 2 speed slush box.(Mom could not drive a stick). I was 23, and being  a child of the 50's and living in Michigan going fast was a way of life. My ride at the time was a 289 three speed Mustang. My dad's vette ate me alive. I kidded him when I said leave me the vette in your will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1969 my brother stole the vette from my parents, and ended up in California. They did not recover the car for a year. When it did return it was missing more than a few parts, and the interior was trashed. Since my parents refused to press charges their insurance paid nothing. Plus my dad had fallen on hard times work wise. My parents had always been frugal, and the Corvette was their reward. He put the Corvette in the garage. The car was still drive able, but my dad was a neat freak. That car would not leave the garage until it looked like the day he drove it home. He started saving dollar bills in an envelope he called his car fund. For his birthday , and Christmas he requested $10.00(nothing more would be accepted)in one dollar bills. During the next 10 years I had offered to help with the money to repair the car. My dad always refused saying he never bought me a car, so I could not buy him one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1980 "Red Hot Momma" drove out of the garage looking as good as the day my dad brought her home. It took my dad 10 years to save the money for the repairs. I was so proud of my dad.&lt;br /&gt;In 2003 my dad was diagnosed with lung cancer, and given 3 months to live. I owned my own business at the time, and took off for the time he had left. We spent 24/7 together. That was the best three months of my life. When he knew time was short he told me to take good care of "Red Hot Momma", and handed me the keys. So you see there is nothing to good for "Red Hot Momma". She has always been  garage stored, and washed and waxed every week. So when I closed my shop she HAD to have an adequate home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my name is the same as my dad's, I have not needed a new title, so the car is still a one owner. I know my dad is proud the car will be taken care of, and every time I drive it he rides with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-4996652466781768222?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/4996652466781768222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=4996652466781768222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/4996652466781768222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/4996652466781768222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2009/08/electricity-for-garage.html' title='Electricity for the garage'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-2053120009568234525</id><published>2009-08-23T10:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T11:21:21.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Helping those that deserve it</title><content type='html'>When the shop was still operating we always had people come by to check out the dumpster for metal scraps. Normally this occurred after hours. It seemed there has been an increase of this activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was always the first to arrive since I liked a cup of fresh coffee, and some quiet time before the normal routine started. That was how I met Mark. Skinny guy, unkempt beard, just wearing a beat up pair of shorts, and tennis shoes. He was pushing a shopping cart with two garbage cans, and a variety of buckets strapped to it. The amazing part was the broom and shovel. When he completed his chip removal from the dumpster he swept up any that fell to the ground. His haul was separated by material, and size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to him showed he was intelligent, hardworking, proud, and polite. I know he would have made some-one a very good employee. I told him I would save all our chips, and scrap in garbage cans in the shop, and he was to come in each day and get them. When he did I had him sweep up around the machines and gave him $20.00. He said the chips were enough and the money was not necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him one day if he lived close by, and he replied that he was homeless and lived in the woods. I had a tent stored from camping years ago, and asked if he would like to have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me a couple of days later how nice it was to have a place to sleep that did not leak. We are in the rainy season here in Florida and it rains every day. Sometimes very hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the auction was over and the shop cleaned out Mark came by to thank me for the scrap I had saved for him. That's when I had an idea. The building is in foreclosure, and I have no idea what or when something will happen to it. The water has been shut off since mid February. Everything sold at auction including the air condition system. I know how hot that cement building gets in the Summer without air as I endured the heat for three years before I could afford it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Mark he could have the use of my unit until somebody made him leave. I bought him a box fan, and an electric fry pan, groceries, and 20 gallons of water in the one gallon size. I told him that the electric will still be on for at least 6 months. I know the cost and paid at least that amount in advance. I still have the company name, and mail so that will  not be a problem.&lt;br /&gt;The toilet works, as long has you fill the tank. At least he can have a dry safe place to stay for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It breaks my heart to see one American person homeless. If each of us would just help one person in what ever way possible to make their life a little easier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He never asked for charity, worked every day, and only asked for something I threw away. To the best of my knowledge he does not drink,smoke, nor stand on a street corner begging with a cardboard sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for the grace of God go I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-2053120009568234525?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/2053120009568234525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=2053120009568234525' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/2053120009568234525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/2053120009568234525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2009/08/helping-those-that-deserve-it.html' title='Helping those that deserve it'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-6849219782305937481</id><published>2009-08-20T19:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T20:05:33.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No TV</title><content type='html'>Four days without TV. What a pleasure it has been. Turn yours off just for a day, and feel the joy. The silence is golden. Lack of knowledge from the government? Didn't need it. Commercials? Only for idiots? Don't need them. The radio is for country music. Now if I can only get rid of the commercials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being free from being a wage slave is the nicest gift I could have ever received. Should have done it years ago. Work to live, not live to work. Do you really need that big flat screen TV, the five bedroom house, four bathrooms, that new SUV every two years? My current "House" is 20' long, and 8' wide. Has a king size bed,bath &amp;amp; shower,fridge,stove,micro-wave,ac, it's own power plant for electricity, and the best part it moves anytime I want it to. In the last four days I have lived in Naples, and Clear water. Tomorrow it will be North port(very nice gun range there) After the range time perhaps bass fishing. This because I am debt free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People I beg of you-shed the past life of spending more than you make. Tear up the credit cards and return to cash only. Cash is king. If you don't have it you can't spend it. Big item-save for it. I took a 38k lose on the condo, pennies on the shop auction. I was able to do this because I OWNED everything free and clear. Regrets? Not a one. Down size to a smaller house, buy a used car, learn to grow some of your own food, plan for the time you can get along on the minimum amount of cash to live a good life. The time you have free for yourself will be priceless. Just think about getting up on your natural rhythm(not by an alarm clock). Eating when you feel hungry, being able to devote your time to just what you want to do. I could gone on and on but I think you get the idea. Yes I know my new lifestyle is not for every one-but it works for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-6849219782305937481?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/6849219782305937481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=6849219782305937481' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/6849219782305937481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/6849219782305937481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-tv.html' title='No TV'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-6019972605163432575</id><published>2009-08-16T17:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T17:58:17.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Auction over</title><content type='html'>Today I'm setting in the woods recovering from the auction and after effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sharks came in with teeth and stripped the building to the bare walls. No mercy given, take no prisoners, steal everything. $.10 on the dollar used to be the norm. $.03 on the dollar seemed to be the new standard. But guess what? I WIN. Everything in the shop was paid for, and I hope the winners can use what they got for as long as time allows. My knowledge leaves with me, and I could always do it again. Ya right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no debt, no condo, no shop, no OBLIGATIONS to no one but me. PRICELESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanny government please kiss my a**, no more taxes from me. I often wonder how local governments, and the feds can be so stupid to tax small business's out of business. The taxes they took could have gone to three more employee's wages, whose taxes would have covered what they took from the business, and three more people would have been employed. But what do I know? I guess I still care, but that to will pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday I turn off the power, and phone. I have been living out of the camper since the condo sold, and am quite used to the new life style, so nothing new in that respect. Damn sure saving lots of money. No light bill, no property taxes,no phone bills. Just the overhead from the shop for one month will provide enough money for me to last 6 months in my new life style. And I can move anytime I like. Even if gas were to go to $5.00 a gallon I don't care. I would just stay in one place longer, my own paid for un-improved land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you preppers stay the course-it can be done. I have done it. Freedom is still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those wishing to continue the norm-pay off everything, and stay debt free. Good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my friends in the blog world-one day I may pull up in your drive way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-6019972605163432575?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/6019972605163432575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=6019972605163432575' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/6019972605163432575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/6019972605163432575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2009/08/auction-over.html' title='Auction over'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-2699013770251138821</id><published>2009-08-11T14:00:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T14:11:04.482-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Toy Box Finished</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SoGy7EVeg1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/r0w-x4iIH1U/s1600-h/DSC06972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368768958648189778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SoGy7EVeg1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/r0w-x4iIH1U/s320/DSC06972.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't bore you with the 10,000 pics of construction....maybe 100 anyway, because I'm to busy with the auction people. Tomorrow is the day. Got my rabbit's foot and the good wishes from Brigid, so how can I go wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See Ya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-2699013770251138821?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/2699013770251138821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=2699013770251138821' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/2699013770251138821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/2699013770251138821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-toy-box-finished.html' title='New Toy Box Finished'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SoGy7EVeg1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/r0w-x4iIH1U/s72-c/DSC06972.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-8127107124307719257</id><published>2009-08-05T15:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T15:58:35.592-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Up Date</title><content type='html'>Very short of time. Need 31 hours in each day. All things coming together at same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That should be a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garage was put up in less than 6 hours. Garage door will be installed 8/10/09. Corvette now has a new home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally gave in and joined the 20Th century-I now have my first cell phone, so my kids can keep track of their feeble old man. The past cell phone was for the company, and I only used it to make outgoing calls, so they could never reach me on that one. Ha Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shop for all practical reasons is shut down. The auction men were in today and spread out everything and posted lot numbers on everything, so no more machines running. Boring.&lt;br /&gt;Just here now for 8 hours a day to answer phone calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of garage construction will be posted later. No pics of shop, or the auction will be taken. I'll keep the memories of a full operating shop instead-happy days make better memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-8127107124307719257?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/8127107124307719257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=8127107124307719257' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/8127107124307719257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/8127107124307719257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2009/08/quick-up-date.html' title='Quick Up Date'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-5237636736532074877</id><published>2009-07-30T18:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T18:21:38.567-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cement done</title><content type='html'>Cement poured. Pictures at a later date. No time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garage to be delivered 8/4/09. Six hours later should be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shop auction still on for 8/12/09.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fishing poles clean, oiled, and ready to use. Camper loaded, gassed, and ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-5237636736532074877?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/5237636736532074877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=5237636736532074877' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/5237636736532074877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/5237636736532074877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2009/07/cement-done.html' title='Cement done'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-8488627219374577696</id><published>2009-07-24T10:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T11:14:45.889-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Does this look like a garage?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SmnLrv4ZvzI/AAAAAAAAACw/sB1mKCF6cno/s1600-h/DSC06845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362040783809134386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SmnLrv4ZvzI/AAAAAAAAACw/sB1mKCF6cno/s320/DSC06845.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Patience my ass-getter done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally something is started. Sometimes when friends wish to do you a favor you should just say no thank you. For two months nothing had been done. OK you guys were busy, but you are getting PAID to do this job. So it's a small fill in job? You gave me the price quote, and I agreed so GETTER DONE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday they arrived about 6pm with the wood and metal mesh for the form work. Dropped the material in the yard, and then said they had to go get their tools. WFT? Came back in an hour. Set up the form, and then decided no digging was necessary, but fill dirt was. Damn they do this for a living. Wouldn't you thunk they would have seen this when they gave the quote?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fortunately I have a friend who responded at 8pm with the required fill dirt. Shit I'm   now the project manager instead of the customer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been promised the concrete will be poured Saturday. Perhaps as project manager I could have one of them buried in the concrete and save some material? Just kidding..not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I have experienced thus far seems to be common for Florida contractors. Seems to be a need for some good project managers to change this, perhaps a new job for me? Just kidding. August 12th is still the end of my working days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See ya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-8488627219374577696?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/8488627219374577696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=8488627219374577696' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/8488627219374577696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/8488627219374577696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2009/07/does-this-look-like-garage.html' title='Does this look like a garage?'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SmnLrv4ZvzI/AAAAAAAAACw/sB1mKCF6cno/s72-c/DSC06845.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-2065319234146692355</id><published>2009-07-20T13:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T13:28:24.165-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm doing what?</title><content type='html'>Sixteen hour days again? WTF? Yep the time is getting short-auction is August 12Th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have two employees working again probably till the end of the month. My customers know that I am shutting the doors, and all want a few jobs done before then. Hard to say no.  Plus still have a ton of personal items to remove before auction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Brigid. Hope your birthday August 121Th is a good omen-it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-2065319234146692355?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/2065319234146692355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=2065319234146692355' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/2065319234146692355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/2065319234146692355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-doing-what.html' title='I&apos;m doing what?'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-8794606086383547827</id><published>2009-07-14T16:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T16:32:11.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>August 12th-AUCTION TIME</title><content type='html'>Well things are at least starting to move. The shop auction is scheduled for the 12Th of August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concrete for the garage at my daughter's is scheduled to be poured the 25Th of July. Three weeks after that the building is supposed to be erected. Now lets getter done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still a ton of stuff to remove from the shop before the auction. Busy, Busy, Busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love it when a plan comes together. Have that special bottle of Jack ready to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-8794606086383547827?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/8794606086383547827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=8794606086383547827' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/8794606086383547827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/8794606086383547827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2009/07/august-12th-auction-time.html' title='August 12th-AUCTION TIME'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-2511653115933450438</id><published>2009-07-03T14:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T14:59:36.642-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Half of the handcuffs just fell off my hands.</title><content type='html'>Half the handcuffs are gone. The condo is sold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what Largo? That $1700.00 in property tax is now mine. Gives me some extra smoke money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what Progressive Energy? That average power bill of $200.00 a month.....yep mine now. Might help to pay a seat-belt fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A yes Verizon phone service? No need for that either....never did like you. Plus a $100.00 a month sucks for the right to call 911&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately the garage project at my daughters has not been started yet. Target for concrete is now the last weekend this month.  Grrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selling off the shop is going slow to. Looks like the end of August to wrap that up. But heh it's moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 1st target date to hit the road was probably just wishful thinking with all that had to be done. Might slip in a four day trip to a local campground for a small break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-2511653115933450438?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/2511653115933450438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=2511653115933450438' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/2511653115933450438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/2511653115933450438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2009/07/half-of-handcuffs-just-fell-off-my.html' title='Half of the handcuffs just fell off my hands.'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-5460308005955869457</id><published>2009-07-02T13:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T13:28:52.719-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Taxes-Fines-Laws</title><content type='html'>All is not right in paradise. I feel like the state of Florida is becomming a commie state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 1st added another $1.00 a pack cigarette tax. Ya I know sin tax-MAKE me quit smoking. How would you golfers like to pay an extra $1.00 for each golf ball? It's still called freedom, and the nanny government keeps taking it away piece by piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 1st Florida lawmen can now pull you over for not wearing your seat belt-fine $101.00 Heard a small clip of the news on my way home from work last night that they wrote 200 tickets first day.$20,200.00 for the state of Florida. Damn nice paycheck for one day. Of the 200 violators non of them lost their life for not wearing a seat belt, and no seat belts were hurt in the excerise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I got home,and released myself from the straight jacket-aka seat belt I jumped on my motorcycle and took a short freedom ride. God freedom is wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-5460308005955869457?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/5460308005955869457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=5460308005955869457' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/5460308005955869457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/5460308005955869457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2009/07/taxes-fines-laws.html' title='Taxes-Fines-Laws'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-736820558839616457</id><published>2009-06-22T10:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T11:27:12.384-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and Children and Freedom</title><content type='html'>Spent Friday, Saturday, and half of Sunday in the woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed Sunday afternoon with my son &amp;amp; daughter treating me to "Father's Day".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realized that with modern technology you can hide out in the woods without anyone knowing that is where you are at. Lap top with Verizon air card keeps me hooked to the modern world. However it does have a good off button, so when I want my privacy "off" works real well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My children remember well the travel trailer we had in the woods when they were growing up. Every weekend we would leave the city for the "woods". The dark nights made the stars so bright you thought you could reach up and touch them. Camp fires until 3am, hiking, fishing, and some of the best times were had. The best part was that we were basically cut of from the rest of the world. Dependant on what we had, and our own ability. Yes there was a town 35 miles away, but no neighbors with-in 10 miles. We used to joke about how long we could survive living off the land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why do my children criticize my desire to do this full time? My camper van is a rolling house with ALL the comforts they have in their house. King size bed, toilet, shower, air conditioning, refrigerator, stove, micro-way, coffee pot, battery back-up, and a  generator. Now that I think of it my camper has more than the house does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since Sunday was my day I decided to ask my kids point blank why they did not like the idea. Well point blank their reason was that they would miss me to much. We have always been a close loving family, and became even closer after my wife died. Every Monday I have dinner at my daughters, and there are the range days, and fishing trips with my son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we have decided to start off slow. I'll start with being gone for a month, and then return for a month, and see how that goes. I do love my children, but I love my freedom to. Damn how to handle this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August first is day one of freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-736820558839616457?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/736820558839616457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=736820558839616457' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/736820558839616457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/736820558839616457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-and-children-and-freedom.html' title='Love and Children and Freedom'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-5211253513412151215</id><published>2009-06-19T11:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T11:10:53.077-04:00</updated><title type='text'>See Ya Monday</title><content type='html'>Time to head for the woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-5211253513412151215?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/5211253513412151215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=5211253513412151215' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/5211253513412151215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/5211253513412151215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2009/06/see-ya-monday.html' title='See Ya Monday'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-3328377023313084277</id><published>2009-06-18T09:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T10:46:55.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is good</title><content type='html'>How has this recession-depression--preparation-self sufficiency-climate change-total cluster f**k government control-high bullet prices-high gas prices-high food prices-crime increasing-and any other gloom and doom effected me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not in the least bit. I still have a roof over my head that does not leak, a comfortable bed to sleep in, and a full stomach. Life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have always been a pack rat, I have always had more of everything I needed by buying in quantity when ever possible. I also always use less than I have. Having lived for 68 years now I am totally debt free. No mortgage, no car payment, no credit card bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a years food supply on hand, a piece of junk land, a camper van for travel, and a condo for city living. Still trying to sell the condo. At today's prices I would lose around 38k from the purchase price.  Don't care-remember money is only a means of exchange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I figure I could hold out for at least a year with no income at all. Life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did the greed, and super high living have to destroy this great country? Will we recover? We had better-third world living will really suck. We did it before so folks the recovery had better start soon. Cash is king-credit used wisely is still a tool to improve your living standard. However the major rule to success and easy living: Ya can't spend more than you make-easy to say-really hard to do for the majority of the spoiled generation. Learn from your mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-3328377023313084277?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/3328377023313084277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=3328377023313084277' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/3328377023313084277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/3328377023313084277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-is-good.html' title='Life is good'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867548891196826582.post-3522932522032472019</id><published>2009-06-14T14:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T14:37:06.757-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Sunday</title><content type='html'>Oh the joy-range time today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;200 rounds of 22 thru the Browning Buck Mark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100 rounds thru the Smith &amp;amp; Wesson 686&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the re-loader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867548891196826582-3522932522032472019?l=tonycassise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/feeds/3522932522032472019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867548891196826582&amp;postID=3522932522032472019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/3522932522032472019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867548891196826582/posts/default/3522932522032472019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonycassise.blogspot.com/2009/06/fun-sunday.html' title='Fun Sunday'/><author><name>Did it MY way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078378828010320497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kA2CE6Jf4yg/SW9uSNkc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7OUD6JAnFhY/S220/littleone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
