To the Editor:
I call my card-playing bunch, mostly 1954 class members, the gang that couldn’t shoot straight. They are urging me to carry (a gun). Even the lawyer among us argues that it is better to be tried by 12 than carried by six. No way. I’m a hot head. I even pay the movie rental fee to watch Bronson’s vigilante flicks.
My eyes and ears are a little shot. I continue to do as I am doing and that is curtailing my adventurous spirit. Forget about a weekend in New York. I wouldn’t walk out of an Atlantic City casino with winning cash in my pocket without an armed escort.
My new crop of grandchildren won’t get the tour of historical spots in Philly. My wife and I are enjoying more meals at home. The only thing missing in the cozy den is my old buddy, my German shepherd, who served us well.
A gun doesn’t belong on my person. Maybe one stashed safely in the bedroom is possible. Also, I haven’t hit the car’s horn in months, and I keep my middle finger under control.
Becoming more aware of violence and crime has been the first step in my personal protection scheme, and then taking calm and thoughtful steps to limit the chances of my being a victim followed.
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