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I have two gun anecdotes. (1) My grandmother lived by herself in Revere, Massachusetts. As happens there from time to time, a hurricane struck, and most of the neighborhood evacuated, but she stayed put. After the worst of the storm passed, she could hear the looters coming down the street, methodically breaking into one house after another. So she got her handgun from the bedroom, went out on the porch, and said, "You better just keep on going to the next house." And they did. (2) I took a handgun safety course once. It was a requirement for getting a concealed carry permit, and everybody else in the class was planning on getting a handgun. (Interesting that one of the attendees was the math teacher who, 14 years earlier, organized my first USCF-rated tournament.) I was there because the other class I paid for was cancelled at the last minute, and I picked something interesting from the catalog. What a strange and lucky accident that led me to that class! In those 18 hours (plus homework) I learned so much: self-defense, including non-lethal weapons, psychology of criminal encounters, practicality of police encounters, defense against a murder charge. And most importantly, the tremendous responsibility of gun ownership. Among other considerations, if you show a gun in self-defense and you're not willing to use it, it will be taken from you. So you have to be willing to use it, and that's a pretty big thing. I don't need a gun for self-defense, so I've never owned one. But if I were an 80-year-old grandmother living by myself in Revere, I would. And when I heard that people were buying guns ahead of the pandemic, I briefly wondered if I would come to regret not owning one. A little mental arithmetic told me it wasn't going to be that bad, and so far I'm not worried.
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