We don’t have any major problems where we live---no vandalism or break-ins, stuff like that; every once in a while though, I’ll notice that some kids have rifled through my car looking for cash or something of value. Good luck to them. It happened again the other night. I had gotten into the habit of locking my car at night, but just forgot.
Which brings me to a memory of when I was a wee lad, and we had been living in Apple Valley for just a short time. This was in the mid-60’s. My older brother had a buddy on a sleep-over, and they were in the living room. They were up late when there was a rattling at the front door, like someone was trying to get in. Nothing came of it that night; but the next day my parents were talking with neighbors and some of the others had similar experiences.
So, what did the dads do? Nearly all of them spent the next few nights sitting awake in their cars, undercover, every one of them with a shotgun at the ready. Nothing happened on those nights, the would-be burglar never showed up again. I wonder what would have happened though if someone was found prowling the neighborhood. I don’t think neighborhood watch groups today would be allowed to carry shotguns on their shifts; I’m sure there would be quite the uproar from your local liberal groups.
We don’t have much of a need for a neighborhood watch right now; besides, we have Ray. Ray is our 70 year old neighbor, and we rely on him to keep watch on our place. He’s home all day, and is often up late at night. There’s not much going on in the neighborhood that he doesn’t know about. One time he came over to our place and narc’ed on one of our other neighbors who let their dog poop in our yard and didn’t clean it up. He told me I should go over and read the riot act to the guy. (instead, I kept watch for a couple of days with my son’s bb-gun at the ready, I never did have an opportunity to get off a shot though, dang)
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I've never had the opportunity to shoot a gun. My family never owned even one. One of these days, when life is a bit more settled, I plan on taking a safety class and going to the range to get a feel for the whole thing. For the time being, though, I have too much respect for guns to consider using them. Consider it something on my "to do before I die" list.
My brother, the cop, has taken us to the range a few times and let us fire some of his pistols. Mocha-momma especially enjoys shooting them. We've shot 38's to a magnum, and you can definitely tell the difference. I don't know that we'll ever keep one in our house. Jonathan got to shoot a shotgun at Boy Scout camp this last summer. If you haven't shot before my brother comes up again, we'll make arrangements.
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