Over at the View From the Porch, Tam ponders on changes.
It’s a good read, so hit the link. The thrust is the change between being someone who wanted a cool carry piece that nobody else had, and finally winding up with a generic pistol like everyone else. Only better because it’s yours, of course.
I have been there and done that but not with handguns. With me, it has always been long guns. I still drool over the engraved Westley Richards sidelock I ran across in a Burlington gun shop. I was fifteen passing as twenty and wore my 1948 Illinois chauffeurs license in my hatband like a grown man.
I walked in to see if they had the brand new Remington 721 in stock. The rifle Jack O’Connor had written so glowingly about was not in stock – but a ‘Henglish shotgun with rising pheasants in gold on a field of color case blue on one side plate and the Hiawatha behind an EP-2 in oxidized silver on the other was. And I still wish I had the $1600 asking price in my jeans.
But a thirty buck a week billposter and trailer delivery driver can’t afford luxuries. And now that I could afford the $1600 I have no particular desire to have one. (The plus inflation factor would make me think many times even if opportunity did knock twice!)
But for short guns it has pretty much been as common as possible, carried concealed, and in the most common possible caliber. So while I have a fair number of possible carry guns, they are only in five calibers. 380, 357, 40, 41, and .45. The guns I can feed from the stock at almost any gun shop, sporting goods store, and in civilized places quick stops and service stations.
Some things change – and others do not. But the road goes on forever. With, they tell me, brief stopovers to see old friends in Fiddlers Green.