Get on the Plane, Get off the Plane – Part 6
Frankly dear readers, I have no idea where on earth I am this morning ...
My schedule says Sacramento but it could be the dark side of the moon for all I know.
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Comments
If you're really on the Left Coast, that statement implies a difference where there is none.
Posted by: Legman688 | March 28, 2008 3:17 PM
If you drop by Portland, let me know.
We can go out and shoot something.
Posted by: Kristopher | March 28, 2008 7:33 PM
Looks like Sacramento, all right.
Odd, though. When I was small, the capitol dome was covered in gold leaf. Quite a sight, all lit up at night, to a 9 year old kid passing through south on the way back home.
They probably peeled it off for fancy plumbing fixtures in the Assembly washroom.
Posted by: steveH | March 29, 2008 12:02 AM
Damn. You were here? Hell, I would have taken you shooting. I need to do a range report on my new S&W M&P 45 vs. my Springer XD 45, anyway.
There's a gun store, the Sacramento Armory, about 15 blocks east of that picture, at 'J' and 22nd Streets. Unfortunately, the nearest public ranges are miles away.
Posted by: sam | April 2, 2008 6:52 PM