I always try to be aware of what is going on around me. I have to go to downtown Louisville to get my hair cut. The same guy has been cutting my hair for 25 years. He moved his shop downtown, so now, that's where I have to go. In Louisville we have an anti-gun mayor. The city parking garages have these little signs that say "NO CONCEALED WEAPONS". (This was Hizonner's idea.) I ignore these little signs. Two haircuts ago, three of the guys who wear "colors" spotted me from an huge, older car which was also in the lot. They got out. I guess I looked harmless enough. Just a middle aged man, limping across the deserted, indoor parking lot. (Bad back, makes me limp when it's acting up.) They got closer. When they entered my personal space, I stopped, turned and said, "Look guys, I'm going to hurt you REAL bad. If you ever believed anything in your lives, you'd better believe that". Startled, the obvious leader said, "Let's go guy's, I believe the old man". (I'm fifty. I guess that was "old" to them. Sometimes it feels old to me.) They went back to their junk car. I got on the elevator, went down to my floor, and reported them to "security". (If you can call them that!)
Anyway, I had my Seecamp in a back pocket holster, a Glock 27 in a belt holster, plus my new Microtech "UDT" in a belt sheath and a Dalton "Pocket Hawk" clipped and hidden under my belt.
I know that all the weapons might possibly sound a little "excessive", but we've had some murders in Louisville lately and I don't want to be killed because I couldn't get to a good pistol or fine knife.
That's just the way it is.
Will
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Mendacity is the
system we live in.
[This message has been edited by Will.223 (edited 03-01-2001).]