I am recovering today from yesterday's oral surgery and my creative juices are not exactly flowing freely. Since I have noting of any real inspirational or informational value to share, here is a recent photo of my oldest grandson, Quint, and his father at a New Orleans firing range.
They tell me this was Quint's first time to fire his father's .45 caliber Glock.
When grandson number 2 (the always competetive Will) saw the photo, he said, "Wow! Quint has a pistol! All I have is a .22 Henry rifle."
Mamaw, is not too thrilled about firearms of any type in the hands of her grandbabies! Teach them carefully boys...