MARGARET'S MUSINGS: Guns, guns and more guns
My experience with guns is limited to say the least. As a child I know my dad had an old rifle tucked in the back of his closet. I never saw him shoot it and I had no idea then or now where the ammunition was or even if there was any in the house. Yet, even at a young age, that firearm provided me with a sense of safety. Even though we lived in the country, a mere mile from town, back then the houses were sparse and the traffic low.