Two days ago I turned a
corner and surprised a man who I instantly saw had a gun holstered on his hip.
I was surprised, too, but this is the Four Corners (New Mexico, Colorado,
Arizona, and Utah). To his credit he hardly flinched and to my credit, I instantly
smiled and said, “How you doing?” He said something like ‘fine, thanks.’ It
didn’t have to end that way did it?
Even if open carry
laws were not a ‘happening thing’ out here, and even though I’ll keep using my
parent’s thoughts on a place where people wore guns – “That’s a rough place” –
I could see myself becoming accustomed to the occasional sight. I don’t think
that’s good for my country.
The ‘rough place’
where I saw the armed man? Why it was a county building, a polling station, and
it was election day.
The fact that we
can’t count on a clear demarcation between the two domineering political
parties on this issue is enough for me to end my days of knee-jerk voting for
Democrats no matter how bad the Republican opponent is. They must step up now
or lose, I say.
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