Life in the Desert Update After the kind reception for my Life in the Desert post, I thought I’d give a couple of updates. This little guy has been growing next to my driveway for years. I didn’t include anything for scale, but its about six inches...
Car Care So, we’ve got some gearhead glibs. Although I might put on a cold air intake or do something similarly elementary under the hood, ain’t no way I’m, say, replacing an axle or completely disassembling the interior. What I do, though, is...
We live on the very edge of Tucson, within a half mile of one of the National Parks that bookmark the city. Since Mrs. Dean and I met in Wisconsin, we’ve been migrating to warmer climates – Dallas, then West Texas, then Tucson. About the only place that’s warmer...
In which R C Dean throws some bits and bobs into the post hole.
A different kind of range day.
In which R C rambles on about risk and liberty and stuff
In which R C Dean ponders a fundamental problem.
In which R C Dean goes to a new range and gets his pew-pew on.
In which R C Dean proposes a new perspective on the current scene.
In which R C Dean is afflicted with schizophrenia.
In which R C muses about the hall of mirrors that is a low-trust society.
In which R C Dean goes back to Pahrump with his trusty bangstick.
In which R C Dean cooks for himself.
In which R C Dean quits his job.
In which R C and Mrs. Dean go to Salt Lake City to learn how to run their rifles.
In which R C Dean wades into deep jurisprudential waters to ponder just what the hell the Supreme Court really does when it overturns a statute, or itself.
In which R C Dean throws dirt on the Constitution.
In which R C Dean tries, and fails, to explain how hospitals work
In which R C Dean comes, not to praise the public health establishment, but to bury it.
In which R C Dean muses on the current scene, and finds reasons for optimism.
In which R C Dean thinks, randomly.
Things thought of.
In which R C Dean returns to Front Sight for more boomsticking.
Wherein R C Dean divulges who he gives money to, and asks an internationally dispersed group of cranks and misanthropes who else would be good to give to.
In which R C Dean takes a boomstick to Front Sight.