Re: OmSigDAVID (Post 3418177)
I found this really funny - maybe it's just the kind of day I'm having where odd,
quirky things are making me laugh:
(I remember feeling guiltstricken [in retrospect] about 40 years ago,
after I rejected the supplication of a beggar, who had a good con,
but at least, I didn't kill him.)
For some reason, that just struck me as funny.
There were 2 con men, around Times Square (8th Ave & 44th St)
around 1 AM, posing as a guy n his girl, out on a date,
with a storyline that he 'd prematurely exhausted his financial resources
and was appealing for the mercy of assistance in getting her home.
I was dismissive; brushed him off, whereupon the girl audibly laid a guilt
trip on him.
On my way home, I slowly became so remorseful qua my cold lack of sympathy that
(like a fool) I returned to the scene to help them out. Of course, thay were not there.
Several years thereafter, within a radius of less than half a mile from there,
in the daytime, I was re-visited by the same scam.
I suspect that it was by the same team, but my memory is uncertain qua identification.
I gave them a few $$, more than was requested
(and for the second consecutive time, I did not kill him, again
Well, I'm heartened to know you don't run around
too old, fat n lazy to do much running
with a gun on you at all times, especially in your own home; that'd be ridiculous.
Well, its like I have a fire extinguisher too,
but I don 't always carry it around, at home.
However, I am aware of instances wherein people got killed
for having their defensive guns out of reach at home; unexpected fatal attacks.
And that begs the question of what you do
when you're going to have a shower... and so on.
Yes; that 's not where I clean my guns (rust, u know)
And no, I don't own a gun -
Difficult for u to carry concealed ?
A gunbelt might chafe u.
Do u support the right to bare arms ?
never even seen one (in real life).
I remember my earliest years -- lying in bed around age 3 and up,
remembering my having beheld (locked my eyes on) a revolver on the gunbelt
of a NYC policeman, or a bank guard. I imagined my misappropriating
not just his gun, but the entire rig. I slowly rolled the image around: mind candy.
However, I remained gunless (had to be satisfied with defensive knives)
until age 8, when I won a .38 revolver. We were inseparable, until I reconsidered
my wisdom and upgraded to a .44 some years later, for better stopping power.