Today was a beautiful day, so I decided to pickup Zack and walk through the neighborhood to the park.
What do I see? A horde of hippies on the street in front of me coming my way. Yes, one of them was even standing next to the stop sign at the end of my parents street playing guitar.
As usual there was no reaction to the P229R on my hip. See, not even dirty hippies run away screaming and call the cops when you open carry! Take that Sarah Brady!
They were looking for the mason-Dixon trail and were lost. It turns out that if they'd gone maybe half a mile up the street they'd have found their way, but I had no idea and couldn't help em.
This is what I was carrying. RTT back from CCR