In my five years of being licensed to carry a gun, I’ve never once been “made” or had someone notice that I was carrying a firearm in public.Â So today we spent with Bitchy Mom and Bitter’s six year old nephew.Â Â We took him to the Air and Space Museum Annex right next to Dulles first.
Bitter’s sister-in-law is a nutty anti-gun type who doesn’t even let the kid make a gun out of his finger, so we thought his next stop should be the NRA’s National Firearms Museum in Fairfax.Â Â Bitchy Mom thought a nice “pop” gun would be a fine souvenir for him to take him and show mom *grin*.
After we dropped them off so they could head back to Roanoke, he gave Bitter a big hug goodbye, and then came over to hug his new uncle.Â I wasn’t expecting what was coming next:
“Why do you have a gun in your pocket?”
I look around nervously to make sure no one from the nearby wedding party was around to hear that.Â I had my Makarov at 4:00 in a leather holster, with an unbuttoned button up shirt covering it.Â Does a great job of concealment from people looking at it straight on.Â Not so good a job from someone of rather short stature who’s looking up at you. Â I’ll have to remember to untuck the t-shirt next time children are about, or I’m packing at a midget convention.
“I keep it in my pocket so I can get to it if I need it”
I was hoping that would be enough to answer the question.
“Why do you have a gun in your pocket?”, he asked again.
How do you explain these things to a six year old?Â There wasn’t time anyway. Â Earlier we had seen the Enola Gay, the B29 that dropped the atomic bomb over Hiroshima.Â It was a special B29, but also something you can’t really explain to a six year old.
The funny thing is, I was embarrassed that I had been “made”. Â Maybe I should suggest to Michael Nutter, you don’t need the whole “stop and frisk”.Â Just get some six year old to go up to gang banger looking types and give them a hug.Â “Have you hugged a drug dealer today?”Â It’s the kind of touchy-feely crap that’s right up their alley!