During the years we lived in Iran I went to school in Beirut. At Christmas and Easter we would get a break from boarding school and fly home for a few weeks. One Christmas I got a pellet gun. My mother arranged this months ahead of time. She went to all the trouble of importing guns into another country just so I could blast holes in tin cans and other unfortunate targets. I had a lot of fun with that gun.

Now that I am back in the States, after years of living in disarmed Canada, I am toying with the idea of joining a target shooting club. My wife is opposed but I keep telling her that enjoying firearms is about as American as it gets.

During the years we lived in Iran I went to school in Beirut. At Christmas and Easter we would get a break from boarding school and fly home for a few weeks. One Christmas I got a pellet gun. My mother arranged this months ahead of time. She went to all the trouble of importing guns into another country just so I could blast holes in tin cans and other unfortunate targets. I had a lot of fun with that gun.

Now that I am back in the States, after years of living in disarmed Canada, I am toying with the idea of joining a target shooting club. My wife is opposed but I keep telling her that enjoying firearms is about as American as it gets.