Locked, Loaded and Loved
My former co-dagblogger William Wolfrum posted a provocative piece about the love that dares not misfire — that of the gun owner for his piece.
One might point out that not all gun owners are like that, which is true … but Wolfrum’s take on firearm obsession brought back a memory. I used to sit next to my wife as she graded papers from a rural high school. One of her assignments was that students keep a diary. She would shake her head reading them go on and on about how much they loved their guns. One girl in particular wailed after her revolver was taken away by her parents as punishment. She waxed poetic about how she missed the feel of the hard steel under her pillow.
I have to admit, when I was onstage with a borrowed Ruger pistol as a prop, I did like the feel of it in my hand. I didn’t write any poetry, but I did acquire a desire to own a weapon that I have been rationalizing and resisting ever since.