[cripplecreek]

When I was his age, we could walk around with rifles, and the cops would wave at us.

That's the way I grew up too. I remember sitting on the front porch of my friend's grandmother's house and hearing the phone ring. His granny answered the phone and she said "The boys are holding the porch down so I'll send them down to get them.". Then she came out and told us to walk down to the bar and get his dad's gun and his squirrels.

We went to the bar where his dad bought us a burger and a coke. When we were done the bartender handed the .22 over the bar and we took a duffle bag with a half dozen squirrels back to the house.

Right down town and nobody gave a couple of 12 year olds with a rifle a second glance.

[real saxophonist]

Yep. Now we’d be Swat-Teamed.
And for the record, that’s when I think we lost this country: When the term Swat-Team became a verb.