I think I figured out where the jackets went....

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Chuck Bogardus

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http://www.columbiatribune.com/2008/Apr/20080419News005.asp

And rumour of my demise is exaggerated, altho close to truth... Stay away from hospitals. They'll kill you. Jen had a surgery in mid December, I caught the flu in the hospital, then I caught a different variety of it (according to the quack), and then I caught pneumonia, and well...

When your nurse tells you "if you tell me to f-off once more, I will put your sorry ass down for DNR" you really should play nice-nice... It's just been about the past week or two that I've really been able to do things like climb stairs, walk, or even talk (ask Dave D), but I'm hoping to make it to the supershoot.

If you need to reach me, best way is via bogie@stickertramp.com.

Jen's doing great, I'm on the mend, and while I have located three rifles, and one bolt, I'm trying to get loaded...
 
I've been wondering...

what happened to you.

It's good that you are better and thinking about shooting again. Look forward to seeing you at Kelbly's.

Dick
 
Well, I'd been taking care of Jen so long, and then she started taking care of me...

And then I discovered the Dark Side of the female types... I was feeling particularly crappy the day she walked in, and asked "Would you like to be cremated? And we can have a nice big memorial service."

Sheesh - when those around you are planning your funeral, in front of you, that just provides incentive to recuperate...
 
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