On the part of my wife that is. Back in the late 1970s, when we were dating and first married, she wasn't really aware of guns. She knew I had them, knew I carried a handgun (Model 60) sometimes, but really didn't get the reasoning behind that. She was a touch nervous about the whole thing.
One day in December we were taking the subway into Boston to do some shopping. It was a weekend, so the train wasn't that crowded. It specifically was not crowded with people commuting in from the suburbs. My wife looked around at some of the, ahem, characters on the train with us and asked, "Did you bring your 'friend' with you?"
I assured her I did and she was reassured.
Over the years I carried at various times and places and she never asked or mentioned the subject again. I think she thought I was slightly off kilter, but she wasn't against me carrying.
Which brings us to Sunday. We went to visit relatives in CT over the weekend and not being licensed there I put locked my carry firearm away before the trip.
Part of the trip was a jaunt into New London on Sunday afternoon. Our hosts, not gun owners and probably slightly liberal (if I ever discussed politics with them) were pointing out the change in scenery as we left Niantic and drove to the New London waterfront. Seedy would be charitable for those who have never been there. Pawn shops, tattoo parlors, check cashing, and other business that I have over the years learned are prevalent in less desirable areas of cities.
No bail bondsmen signs, because I don't think we were near a court house. It's like they say in real estate, "Location, location, location."
We parked on the street a few blocks from the docks and started to walked that way. Vagrants, as we used to call them were in evidence on the side walks. There was even a sign advising pedestrians that if they were accosted or threatened by panhandlers they should call the 800 number on the sign.
My thought was if I was able to carry and was threatened credibly, I wouldn't be the one that needed to call for help. As it was, I had a pocket knife and had I thought of it, I would have had OC spray in my pocket.
So, we enjoyed our time at the festival, and headed back to the car for the ride back to our host and hostesses house. They were a bit ahead of us and my lovely wife leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Are you carrying?"
Alas, I answered, as nice as CT is, I don't want to spend the next 5-7 years in one of it's fine prisons. No, I left my gun at home.
She seemed disappointed.
I think it was at the fact that I didn't have a gun, not at the fact that I wouldn't be spending the next 5-7 years in a CT prison.
At least I hope so.
She has her license and I'm slowly edging her to carrying, but I don't think I'll ever get there.
One day in December we were taking the subway into Boston to do some shopping. It was a weekend, so the train wasn't that crowded. It specifically was not crowded with people commuting in from the suburbs. My wife looked around at some of the, ahem, characters on the train with us and asked, "Did you bring your 'friend' with you?"
I assured her I did and she was reassured.
Over the years I carried at various times and places and she never asked or mentioned the subject again. I think she thought I was slightly off kilter, but she wasn't against me carrying.
Which brings us to Sunday. We went to visit relatives in CT over the weekend and not being licensed there I put locked my carry firearm away before the trip.
Part of the trip was a jaunt into New London on Sunday afternoon. Our hosts, not gun owners and probably slightly liberal (if I ever discussed politics with them) were pointing out the change in scenery as we left Niantic and drove to the New London waterfront. Seedy would be charitable for those who have never been there. Pawn shops, tattoo parlors, check cashing, and other business that I have over the years learned are prevalent in less desirable areas of cities.
No bail bondsmen signs, because I don't think we were near a court house. It's like they say in real estate, "Location, location, location."
We parked on the street a few blocks from the docks and started to walked that way. Vagrants, as we used to call them were in evidence on the side walks. There was even a sign advising pedestrians that if they were accosted or threatened by panhandlers they should call the 800 number on the sign.
My thought was if I was able to carry and was threatened credibly, I wouldn't be the one that needed to call for help. As it was, I had a pocket knife and had I thought of it, I would have had OC spray in my pocket.
So, we enjoyed our time at the festival, and headed back to the car for the ride back to our host and hostesses house. They were a bit ahead of us and my lovely wife leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Are you carrying?"
Alas, I answered, as nice as CT is, I don't want to spend the next 5-7 years in one of it's fine prisons. No, I left my gun at home.
She seemed disappointed.
I think it was at the fact that I didn't have a gun, not at the fact that I wouldn't be spending the next 5-7 years in a CT prison.

She has her license and I'm slowly edging her to carrying, but I don't think I'll ever get there.