Originally Posted By: Ted Schefelbein
My Dad hated New Jersey. Absolutely hated the place. He never gave me the entire story on why, but, as I get older, I see snippets of why that might have been.
He always said Jersey was a great place-to be from.

Best,
Ted


That's about the size of it. I have a parable about how Jersey is like a bad expansion joint across the highway, a story made better by being empirically based, but it tells much better in person.

Back to the Simson: But for two boxes of shells run through it by Cole's when I had their smith replace a broken hammer spring, I'm the only person who's shot it. Every last round.

Last edited by Dave in Maine; 02/21/18 09:40 PM.
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