My aunt and uncle stopped the other day and gave us a ranch-house-warming present, a silver spur! (Pretty sure it’s nickel plated actually.)
He must have picked it up in his wanderings and travels because it’s a solo piece, there’s no left-pair.
Not Clauswitz
The semi-sprawling adventures of a culturally hegemonic former flat-lander and anti-idiotarian individualist who fled the toxic Smug emitted by self-satisfied lotus-eating low-land Tesla-driving floppy-hat-wearing lizadroid-Leftbat Coastal Elite Califorganic eco-tofuistas ~ with guns, off-road moto, boulevardier-moto, moto-guns, snorkeling, snorkel-guns, and home-improvement stuff.
