Cody Firearms Museum...

...today after an all-day flight across the country yesterday. Cruised the mean streets — actually street — of Cody, WY yesterday afternoon...what a cool little town! I did find a pair of Olathe purple-and-orange cowboy boots, but after sitting down for a few moments and using an ammonia inhaler I was able to leave the store without buying them.

Once again, am staying across the street from Jeremiah Johnson's gravesite, leading to decidedly odd dreams. I have an overwhelming urge to trap and skin a Prius.

Tam over at View from the Porch has a nice smack-down on Brady's endless vapors about people carrying guns:

I mean, guns were all over most every state capital this past week, and nobody busted caps, so what's your problem? You keep tearing at your hair about this blood in the streets that keeps not happening. For heaven's sake, get a grip on yourselves, okay? Everyone with a gun is a violent spree killer armed robber only in the way everyone with a car is a drunk driver or everyone with a p33n is a rapist...