And your shotgun was left in the headache rack with the windows rolled down in the school parking lot.
Ha! you are close. We did have our weapons in the vehicle at school if we were planning on hunting later in the day, but my hometown-—oil and cattle country, on the reservation—was a little too wild to leave them unlocked.
Years later as a freshman in college I gave a speech on how to clean my dad’s old Ithaca Featherlight which I toted across campus in the tattered cloth case and broke it down and polished it up right there in the old Communications Hall.
Bad actors were punished back then, punished hard and held in judgment later, and not nearly as many bad acts occurred.
I must be older than all of ya, ‘cause my older brother used to bring his .22 rifle to school on the school bus for rifle club days and I brought the box of fifty rounds!