At lunch today I visited $LOCAL_GUNSTORE. A smaller shop, well stocked, and managed by a friend that would probably call in a missing person report if he didn’t see me every week or so. Today at the counter was a sight to warm you heart.
That’s right, it was a woman buying a gun. She stood with a couple of .38 revolvers and an array of .380 autos on the counter, discussing pros and cons, trying triggers, and clearly making a buying decision on a concealable handgun for her purse.
Did she pick a caliber I would have chosen? Did she choose the particular firearm I would have decided on? It doesn’t matter. She had taken the time to get some training, she had her CC permit, she had been reading about her options, and had narrowed it down, only wanting to hold and consider each one before laying down her money.
It was profound. As important a part of being an American citizen as voting, it was a privilege to be there to see it exercised.
Where liberty is, there is my country.