10/8/13

When we last left our intrepid adventurers, we were headed to Mexican Inn for lunch.  The MI we decided on was the one on Lancaster Avenue.  It was further decided that we would trek through uncharted, by us at least, territory and take the surface streets.  As we approached MI, I noticed the building next door had a “For Sale” sign out front.  As I passed, I noticed it was a sort of split-level affair with the “ground floor” at street level became the second floor at the back.  I wondered if there might be a rollup door on the lower level.  I drove to the back of the MI parking lot to see.  It did.  I made a mental note of that and drove to park next to John.  He asked why I'd driven to the back of the MI parking lot so I told him about the building next door.  We ate then decided to go grok the place.  It used to be the meeting house for Plumbers and Steamfitters Union.  We couldn’t see much into the office area except that it was an office area.  We walked around the back and checked out the lower level.  There was a rollup door to a large open space underneath… something, we knew not what.  It was a really cool building and I really wanted more information about it.  Yesterday I called the realtor and asked.  The upstairs area we couldn’t see, above the open area, was a great hall, meeting space type area which had recently been renovated.  The offices were also recently done.  There is something like 1,800 square feet of office, 3,200 square feet of meeting hall, and another 3,200 feet of open area below.  The guy didn’t know if the office could be converted to living space, which would be the plan were I to buy it, and said I'd have to take that up with the city.  Then the hammer fell… or should I say 480,000 hammers?  Yep, the place is going for almost half a million bucks.  Needles to say, I cannot afford that… at least I don’t think I can afford that.  No, I cannot afford that… even if I could… sort of thing.  So, there’s that not going on and we move back into the narrative.  Remember how I am a fucktard because I broke the sear off of the hammer on my new gun?  Well, I brought it along with me Saturday to shop gunsmiths.  The first place I decided to try was Winchester Gallery as they are also on Lancaster Avenue.  I went there.  The gunsmith took a look at the gun and was obsessed with the fact that the thing didn’t lock into battery.  I told him that was issue number two.  Issue number one was the fact that it wouldn’t lock into full cock either.  I told him I had a new trigger and hammer on the way and wanted to know if they would install them.  He asked if I wanted a “Trigger Job” or just the installation.  I said the most important bit was the installation but if the faces got smoothed up a bit, I wouldn’t complain.  He said the installation would be $20.00 and a couple days, the trigger job would be more and go on a four week waiting list.  “Just the installation, please.” I said.  So I filled out the paperwork and left the thing promising to return with the hammer and trigger when they arrive.  Yes, I know I said I was shopping for a gunsmith and that Winchester was going to be my first stop… we all know I'm not a shopper, I'm going with the first thing I come across.  So… shut up.  My parts are in the area at a UPS sorting facility, at least last time I checked the routing number, but aren’t on the truck for delivery.  They might be now but… oh, never mind.  I'm thinking I might polish the hammer and trigger a wee bit myself before taking them to the gunsmith.  We’ll see.  So, I guess that’s about all there is to say for today.