Tactical Cannoli Blog

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Who am I? What makes me qualified to write this blog on The Wisconsin Trigger Company’s website? I am Elizabeth Albanese.

I am the president of The Wisconsin Trigger Company. I am a wife, mother, patriot, gun owner. I am a daughter, sister, lower extremity physician with a doctorate of podiatric medicine. I believe in God and Jesus. Ron is my husband. William is our son. There is another son, a United States Navy officer, who will be in training within the year for becoming a Naval Aviator.

I plan on talking about items of interest in the rifle and conceal carry scheme of things. I may include current events as pertaining to the Second Amendment, gun ownership, innovations in the AR 15 realm, and of course information regarding triggers. Ron will contribute car stories. Friends of Ron will contribute Man Stories about what happened at work. And recipes because why not? I will write some health posts because I can’t help it. Maybe I have found a source for some of these topics that you haven’t, and maybe I can help you somehow.

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Ghost Story by Ron

Pontiac 6000 STE
Ghost Story by Ron, Pontiac 6000STE

We were at the stockcar races on a Saturday night, around 1990, in Jefferson, Wisconsin. While driving home there was me (15 years experience, certified master mechanic), Craig (20 years experience, certified master mechanic), Dennis (35 years experience, master mechanic) and Dennis’ wife. I was driving a 1984 Pontiac 6000 STE, loaded with digital dash and driver information center. The car was in perfect condition. We were taking the backroads home to Lake Mills. It was about 10:30 on a clear summer night.

We were talking about the races, not about ghosts. We came to a curve in the road and Dennis said, “Oh. That’s the cemetery my mom is buried in.”  We started to pass the cemetery going about 40 mph and we passed the start of the fence. The car died. All electronics shut down. Light, engine, dash 100% off. 1-2 seconds later as we went past the driveway to the main gate, everything snapped back on. Engine, lights, radio all back on. The driver information center didn’t do any electronic checklist, no run-through beeps or dings like what happens when ignition is turned on. Nothing seemed to be reset. Everything just came on again.

Craig looked at me and asked, “What did you do?”  I asked him, “What did YOU do?” Dennis and his wife, in the backseat, didn’t notice anything at all had happened.

None of us (remember, 70 years’ combined experience, all certified masters) could figure this out. The car never did this again. I tried many times to replicate by jiggling the ignition and messing with the battery. No matter how fast I turned the ignition off and on again, the driver information center and the digital dash would go through the re-start mode.

To this day, I can’t tell you how a car can do this.

Moral of the story: It’s never too late, you’re never too old to stop and say hello to your mother. Even if she is dead.

Hang Up and Go to the Neighbors

man story
Call from the neighbor’s

Names have been changed to protect the guilty.

A friend of ours is an attorney. He received a panicked phone call from the wife of a client. She was panic stricken because the police had just burst in to her house with a search warrant and arrested her husband. The attorney asked what agency they were. She said, “Letters. DE something.” He told her to immediately hang up and go to the neighbors to call him. She asked why. He said, “Because your phone is tapped.” She responded that the phone was not tapped and she knew this because there were no clicks like in the movies. The attorney said again, “Hang up and call me from your neighbor’s phone.”

She went to the neighbors and called him back. They discussed the situation.

A few months later, our attorney friend was walking through the local courthouse and was approached by one of the DAs, who told him his name had just come up at a meeting. The detectives were not happy. Apparently the phone log simply said that the suspect’s wife had called our attorney friend, who told her to hang up and call from the neighbor’s. No further information was gained.

Moral of this story: You won’t hear the click. Always listen to your attorney. And keep your mouth shut.