Until this moment, I held myself up as a specimen of masculinity. I worked a man's job, I had man's hobbies. I was hunting, fishing, working on cars, I smelled of gasoline and tobacco, gunpowder and whiskey. On a whim zi revisited a cherished memory and introduced my son to the glory that is...TRGS. In doing soi began to have questions...doubts. Where were my suspenders? My hat collection was robust...but somehow...lacking. I decided to see if I could find an Official Canadian Maneuvers hat. To my surprise and joy, there it was as of waiting for me. I ordered and it was promptly delivered well within the timeline promised. When I opened the package, my clean shaven face inexplicably sprouted a thick course beard. As I lifted the hat to my head, my voice dropped the octaves. I placed it upon my head, a power drill and a roll of duct tape appeared in my hands, as if by magic. My wife walked in the room at that very moment, and tears of joy sprang in the corners of her eyes. "It's glorious" is all she said before being overcome and falling to the floor. My children instantly stopped what they were doing, and saluted me. They said the pledge of allegiance then wandered off muttering something about the "Dirty commies". I went out to my sensible family SUV, and to my surprise, a 1979 Ram Van was parked in it's place. I'm not sure what happened next, but suddenly, I was Mayor of my town. All in all, I'd say this was a bargain at twice the price.
