On the eve of Thanksgiving, let’s give the political side a much-needed break. If I may, I’d like to focus instead on one “gun guy’s” approach to this particular holiday.
Significant Other and I will be spending the holiday at the home of some fellow “gun folks.” In such environments, you pay as much attention to your carry gun as the rest of your wardrobe. On the Day, I’ll be wearing a classic Smith & Wesson .357 Magnum that’s almost as old as I am, a reminder to be thankful for living as long as I have.
It’s a revolver I’ve written about in this blog, the “grail gun” that I had wanted since I imprinted on it as a little boy looking through his daddy’s firearms catalog at mid-Twentieth Century. That reminds me to be grateful to parents who set me on a useful life path. This revolver was a birthday gift this past summer, a gift of love that is tangibly manifested in blue steel: more cause for gratitude on the Day of Thanks.
It wears a pair of handsome hardwood stocks that I won in a shoot-off at Smith & Wesson Academy many years ago. That prods my memory to give thanks for the limited skills I have in this life. I’ll wear it in a handsome Galco rig (matching belt, holster, and cartridge pouch) that was a gift from one of my graduates. That in turn will remind me to be thankful for having been able to do some good for some folks over the years.
And now, of course, I’m writing this blog entry, to remind me to be thankful for being able to make a living doing something I love.
All at this end wish a wonderful and thoughtful Thanksgiving to you all.