cb51
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...and it feels v very weird.
Having been living in Texas for almost two years now, and being licensed to carry, it's very weird and a little disconcerting on how fast you get to acclimate to always having s gun on you.
But...as of the 11th of the month we have been visiting our son and friends back here in the Peoples Republick Of Maryland, so the gun was unloaded at the border and stowed in the car truck and then in John's house. Resorted back to the old blackthorn stick, pepper spray, and sometimes a medium crescent wrench in the back pocket under a shirt tail. Like when in Baltimore going to Little Italy and dinner at Sabatino's. Their lasagna is worth killing for!!!!
So, I've been musing on how fast you get used to something. Like getting up in the morning and putting on pants, keys, wallet, gun, cell phone... just like it's nothing. I really had not given it much thought until getting here to Maryland and not having it one getting dressed in the morning. A definite strong sense of something missing. Like when you lose a tooth, the tongue keeps exploring that empty space until the implant gets in there.
Living most of my adult life in Maryland, raising a family and all that stuff, I never really thought about it much. Okay, I didn't live in a place that allowed gun carry, so I just carried a stout stick and pepper spray and kept a few other items handy like Sear's Craftsman adjustable wrench, ball peen hammer on floor of old truck, and such. I guess I was just used to it. People get used to conditions. But when conditions change it can be startling.
Don't really know where I was going with this, but just a commentary on it, and maybe a realization of and a reminder of what it was like living in a place where firearm carry is a big no-no. Makes me realize all over again how I appreciate living in a state that lets me have ALL of my constitutional rights, including the 2d amendment.
Can't wait the next few days until I hit the road out of here and back home to Texas. I'll miss the few family I have left here and the two old friends still here, but we all have phones to keep in touch.
Having been living in Texas for almost two years now, and being licensed to carry, it's very weird and a little disconcerting on how fast you get to acclimate to always having s gun on you.
But...as of the 11th of the month we have been visiting our son and friends back here in the Peoples Republick Of Maryland, so the gun was unloaded at the border and stowed in the car truck and then in John's house. Resorted back to the old blackthorn stick, pepper spray, and sometimes a medium crescent wrench in the back pocket under a shirt tail. Like when in Baltimore going to Little Italy and dinner at Sabatino's. Their lasagna is worth killing for!!!!
So, I've been musing on how fast you get used to something. Like getting up in the morning and putting on pants, keys, wallet, gun, cell phone... just like it's nothing. I really had not given it much thought until getting here to Maryland and not having it one getting dressed in the morning. A definite strong sense of something missing. Like when you lose a tooth, the tongue keeps exploring that empty space until the implant gets in there.
Living most of my adult life in Maryland, raising a family and all that stuff, I never really thought about it much. Okay, I didn't live in a place that allowed gun carry, so I just carried a stout stick and pepper spray and kept a few other items handy like Sear's Craftsman adjustable wrench, ball peen hammer on floor of old truck, and such. I guess I was just used to it. People get used to conditions. But when conditions change it can be startling.
Don't really know where I was going with this, but just a commentary on it, and maybe a realization of and a reminder of what it was like living in a place where firearm carry is a big no-no. Makes me realize all over again how I appreciate living in a state that lets me have ALL of my constitutional rights, including the 2d amendment.
Can't wait the next few days until I hit the road out of here and back home to Texas. I'll miss the few family I have left here and the two old friends still here, but we all have phones to keep in touch.
