Old Man EDC

My Grandfather and Great Uncle, along with most other Men I knew as a kid almost always wore overalls. In the center chest pocket was a 32 revolver, couldn't see it but the worn outline was clear in the denim.

Teddy Roosevelt had the NY Police go to a 32 revolver back when he was the police chief there. It was a good option for a long time, in modern versions I like it today.

Great collection of things from your family there!
 
He was the nicest man you ever met
WWII vet? My dad, uncles and neighbors were all "very nice men". Polite , respectful and hardworking.

Yet, I watched my dad chase off a group of bikers trying to take over a campsite from a young couple. I had never seen that side of dad before. Never saw it again.

Sometimes "very nice men" are that way because they don't want to be "not nice", even though they can.
 
WWII vet? My dad, uncles and neighbors were all "very nice men". Polite , respectful and hardworking.

Yet, I watched my dad chase off a group of bikers trying to take over a campsite from a young couple. I had never seen that side of dad before. Never saw it again.

Sometimes "very nice men" are that way because they don't want to be "not nice", even though they can.
I have seen that a time or two as well. I know of one particularly notable event locally that went all kinds of sideways and a couple pacific theater vets just very simply stopped it with a couple stern words. Group of kids were going to kill a guy “for messing with white girls”. I heard the story from the man in the woods with a Winchester 30-30. Flanked, distracted, caught off guard, and out maneuvered. I wish I had gotten to know more of the greatest generation.
 
Here in the gentle People's Republic the knucks are evil no-nos today, but I have to wince whenever I see someone wildly using bare fists in a TV or movie brawl.

Back in the mid-1980s, I managed a small one-person library branch in a local community center for a couple years. One of my regulars was a security guard/bouncer named Juan, who worked nights and hung out with me during the day. He was good company and regularly loaned me the latest issue of Soldier of Fortune after he finished reading it.

One time I didn't see him for a week, and then he came in with a sad story and his right hand heavily bandaged. He'd had to bounce a rowdy at local nightclub and made the mistake of punching the guy in the mouth with his bare fist. The guy's teeth had torn into the skin covering his knuckles, and within just a couple days the wound turned horribly septic. Human mouth bacteria can be really nasty stuff, and he had to undergo surgery and receive multiple antibiotic treatments. He changed the bandage once and showed me -- yuck! He was still out on disability a couple months later when I got promoted and relocated to a different branch. I seem to recall he had to get a skin graft.

He told me the lesson he'd momentarily forgotten was to wear gloves and always use the nightstick.
 
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