I grew up in an anti gun family, i'm not really sure why they even talk to me, i'm the lone right winger in a family of screaming lefties. I think I might have been adopted. I was at work one Friday back in the early 80s (Florida at the time) when a co worker says, i'm going to a gun show this weekend, want me to pick something up for you? So I handed him some money, sure, what ever looks good to you...I had no clue what to ask for. Monday morning he hands me a box, it's a Taurus .38 special snubbie, I still have it, some day it'll belong to one of my kids. They have all shot it, and most of the other guns I have collected over the years. I always try to make sure there is at least some stray brass scattered around the back porch when the family comes to visit.
