The latest:
My wife asked me to drive her to the airport to pick up her brother and drop them both off downtown to visit their father who is suffering from dementia. She knew without asking I would undoubtedly be CCW.
Along the way she pops out with:
"As far as the gun thing goes, we'd be better off just not arguing about it. I'm never gonna convince you that you're not Clint Eastwood - and you're never gonna convince me I'm Annie Oakley."
"Suits me...but it would be cool if you just tried shooting a little .22 revolver one time to see what it's like - it's fun."
"I don't know...it sounds like darts or something - and I never liked that."
"Ohhh...it's WAAAY funner than darts!"
And then today she starts talking about the time her Dad (who was a wild-man when he drank - which was usually) put a 30.06 in her hands and had her fire it off the beach in front of the cabin they had at the time. Definately not cool! The round could have gone anywhere (we are talking about a beach on a narrow inlet), my wife was a girl with absolutely no instruction or notion of the effects of recoil.
Then she reminded me of the HS graduation photo in which he had posed her with a drink in one hand and a revolver in the other.
"Was it loaded?"
"I don't know..."
"I sure hope not."
So this is the backround I'm working against. She was never exposed to any sensible, sober use of firearms. But maybe we're getting somewhere...slowly.
