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.
Those bad dreams I often had back in the ’50s are coming true: will I be forced to strap on my Buntline Special or should I just practice dancing at gunpoint?
This is from the Sun Herald and the title says it all: