After taking my dogs for a run, doing a couple of errand with my wife, I finally got a chance to get into the garage again this afternoon. I had swapped out the open spacer plate under my carb for a 4 hole one, as recommended by Edelbrock, and put in a new fuel pump on Tuesday evening before my neighbor's wife asked me politely if I would not run it as she had lost someone close earlier that day. I said I would shut it down after I was done and kept my word, killed it after about 3 or 4 minutes. Have not been working on it until this afternoon.
Today I wired up the original style ignition again, with the thought that my performance problems might be related to the MSD system, and fired the engine. A minute or so after it started, I was filling a couple of low tires when I heard my name, I looked up toward the walk in door thinking it was my wife, nope, heard my name again, looked out the overhead door to see my fuckhead neighbor standing at the end of his driveway giving me the finger.