A Time and a Place
For the first time I noticed how many guns there were. It seemed like everybody had one, some people had several, strapped on their belts, slung over their shoulders, a bellicose display of power.

For the first time I noticed how many guns there were. It seemed like everybody had one, some people had several, strapped on their belts, slung over their shoulders, a bellicose display of power.

There Is no “Retirement for Dummies,” no Idiot’s Guide, no road maps, no soggy, stained barroom napkins with a bar graph and cryptic, bulleted list that somehow crystalizes into a bright, clear path to peace and happiness in the middle of the night