What a weird day. I moved a piano for someone with the help of a professional wrestler.
The father-in-law of one of my wife’s coworkers died last week and I was asked to come out and evaluate the gun stuff. If you spend any time around guns, and people know youre kind of a ‘gun guy’ you eventually get called for these sorts of things. There was a bunch of reloading stuff, but it was mostly older presses and dies. There were, however, lotsa primers, some powder, and a small stash of .22 ammo and I wound up carting off a bunch of it.
As I was leaving, I asked the gal there if, since I was already there, could I help them with anything else as they were packing up the house. Well, she said, could you move the piano out to my truck? Uhm..sure..but not by myself. No problem, she says, a friend of my dads is on his way here…maybe the two of you can do it.
The friend, as it turns out, was Keith Hart of the Hart wrestling family. A gentleman in his early sixties but in good enough shape that the two of us managed to haul a piano down the driveway and into the back of a Tacoma. I don’t remember much about him but I do remember his brother dying in an accident during the introduction of a match. He was a nice guy and we chatted a little about pro wrestling (he says it really is fake, but a lot of times it ‘turns real’ when the two guys get their blood up), and also talked a little about working out. His deadlift was 500# in his prime. Pretty impressive. He’s apparently a substitute teacher now and lives a couple hours north of here in one of the border towns.
So, an interesting day….got a buncha primers and powder, and got to work up a sweat with a professional wrestler. Another interesting day in Montana.
ETA: Here’s what I
was graciously and generously permitted to take for myself…….
Random, I have a couple buddies who call me every so often to say “Is X a good gun and is Y a good price”.
Dude, you aren’t the only one! lol
I’ve been called in to help with estate guns 4 times. Each time I had to balance my gun lust with trying to help out as asked. Things have thankfully turned out well for all parties involved in each case. I got first crack at some nice guns and ammo and the inheritors got good advice about how to dispose of the rest of it. I have about 10K in .22 as a result. Some gems got away but, that’s the way the cookie crumbles.
I had a meeting with my sons principal one day. As I sat in his office I noticed all sorts of wrestling action figures on the radiator. “You must be a big fan of wrestling” I said to Principal Albano. His reply was “Not really, but my brother is.” It took me a minute because in NYC Albano is a common name but then it hit me. “Is your brother The Captain?”. “yea, every once in a while he’ll bring Hilk Hogan or some of the other guys around for a fundraiser.”
Small world.