We Are Dying Out Here in America
My Father was a hunter and gun enthusiast. He had at least four guns at any given time. He was the kind of Italian guy goes boar hunting in his 60s. He was kind of dotty toward the end there at 83. He managed to get a trophy boar’s head and avoid killing people. Leaving his guns hidden in odd places around the house nearly bagged him two toddlers over two generations.