I must be buying the wrong guns – I have let mine out regularly. I know the time is coming when I hear the chant, soft at first, echoing from inside the gun safe. After a few days it gets loud enough it keeps me awake. Then the clanging noises begin and I worry about safe dings and handling marks so I have to let them out. My bedside pistol acts as the ringleader and keeps everyone organized and out the door they go.

Sometimes I hear what sounds like gunfire outside at night, but I could be mistaken, or the crew knows it should get far enough out of the neighborhood to not crap where it eats, so to speak. I don’t ask questions, I just clean them up when they get back. That seems safer.


Forgive me my nonsense, as I also forgive the nonsense of those that think they talk sense.
Robert Frost