Where’s Matt Dillon When You Need Him?

Did you notice this little news article? What happened to those brutal times of yesteryear when the local Marshal didn’t allow the cowboys to take their guns to town? Now 150 years later any ne’er-do-well can drop into the Western Trails (or Long Branch if you are more familiar with the television) with a chip on his shoulder and a 9mm Glock on his hip scratching his back with an AR-15.

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Rhetoric, Guns, Military Buildup, Chest Pounding: Are We Safer?

When I was a kid we had a strange and lonely man who was being cared for by his daughter’s family. I certainly cannot fault the daughter but my experience with this sad old man was that he would wander down the street in his stripped pajamas scraping his worn slippers over the sidewalk many times a day, day after day. He would go half-way around the block, avoid the hills and never cross over at the intersections. I knew this old gent had been a gunner in the Navy during the war and deserved far more attention in his waining years than he was getting. It was sad but all the younger kids in the neighborhood were told to avoid this man as if he was dangerous.

Then I went away to college and when I returned the next year for a visit, my mother explained that there was a new family in the neighborhood which had an adult son who wandered around at night and was caught looking into the windows of the houses on our block. I don’t recall ever seeing this person on my short visits (one was an entire summer, though) but the concern for his peripatetic wanderings caused my parents to start locking the front door.

It is important to note that this was the first time in over eighteen years that the front door was locked. I had never even seen a key to the house and now I was forced to carry one in my pocket. I remember not too many years before that we went away to Arizona for a week or two and when we returned home we were surprised to see the front door wide open (we had a screen door) … it seems we forgot to close it before departing on our vacation.

Now I read that a nanny has slaughtered the young children in her care and all of Manhattan is on alert.

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