OK, answering my own call, I spent a happy hour yesterday afternoon at the town range

exercising my 2nd Amendment rights. Nice tight work with the clunky old

S&W

“patrolman’s friend” but I can’t do diddly with my sleek, beautiful,

deadly-looking SIG P239. The semiautomatic handgun is a truly wonderful

device; but I’d love it more if I could actually hit anything with it.

Conversation with a fellow handgun enthusiast during a retrieval break.

FHGE: “Hey, how are ya shooting?” Derb: “I stink. How about you?”

FHGE:

“I stink too. But it beats mowing the lawn, which is what I’m supposed

to

be doing.”