GBExpat
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In the Winter of '75 I was working the graveyard shift at a beachfront resort hotel that we had opened a few months earlier. I was accosted by 2 fellows as I was walking across the main lobby at ~2:30am and relieved of all of the monies in my cash drawer.Why did you start carrying a gun?
This event starkly highlighted 2 Truths for me: (1) those fellows had taken complete_control_of_my_very_existence during a time and, (2) my 2-year-old 4" 150-model .357 Ruger Security Six did not do me any damn good while it was in the trunk of my MGB parked out front.
By April I had my first VA license to legally carry a concealed weapon ...
... and the ability to legally carry actually came in quite handy on a few of occasions during my remaining ~4½ years at that hotel.
EDIT:
At about the time of the robbery, I learned that an early childhood same-age friend of mine (for several years Danny's family had lived 2 houses away from ours) had been murdered.
He was working (solo) evenings in a Mom&Pop country store in the shadow of the Blue Ridge. One morning when they arrived to open the store, the door was unlocked and the money was gone. Danny's body was found in a ditch miles from the store.
The folks that owned the store kept a handgun under the counter that they had pointed out to Danny ... but ... Danny was a sweet, trusting, pacifist who wouldn't even touch a firearm, so ...
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