Mooseman
R.I.P.- Hooligan #4
I miss common sense and the good old days. When I was growing up, I knew where my father kept his unlocked, loaded handgun. I also feared my father enough to leave it alone and not touch it. There were two exceptions to the do not touch it rule. One was if my father asked me to get it for him. The other one was in the event of a break in. I knew better than to break the rules.