I have often thought that what if the one time I was not armed was that one time that I needed to be, and how much that would tick me off. Like last night I was taking the garbage down to the street, and this entered my mind as I strapped on my weapon.

Got something funny to tell you. The other day I had dentist appointment. I put on a pair of pants, and long-sleeved shirt that I tucked in, so I was wearing my gun on the outside, in plain sight. I planned to leave it in my truck at while at dentist office.

On the way to dentist, I backed into this other car. It was a stupid accident, and totally my fault. The man in the other car was very nice. He even said, lets just exchange information, no need to call cops. When I drove away I keep thinking how nice and agreeable he was about it all. I did not realize until I got out of truck at dentist office that I was wearing my gun in plain sight, and I kind of chuckled wondering if this had anything to do with his being so nice and agreeable.