Elmer must be away hunting.
Speaking of guns, when I was a kid, we all had cap pistols, and when we got old enough, bb guns. We played cowboys and indians, and there was an eternal argument about who was better, Roy Rogers or Gene Autry (and Trigger or Champion.) The downside of being Roy Rogers was that some stupid girl in the neighborhood would want to be Dale Evans. If we allowed her at all, she had to stay in the bunk house kitchen and not get in the men's way. We were terribly politically incorrect. No wonder kids don't play cowboys and indians anymore. It would be cowboys and native Americans, and no one would want to shoot a noble savage, the original environmentalists. You couldn't relegate girls to the kitchen anymore, either.

Now, kids play Gangstas, drug dealers, pimps and whores. There isn't even the benefit of fresh air. They're all playing, sitting on the floor with their legs crossed Native American style.

In the 60's, cap guns, kids and the Vietnam War all got mixed together, and suddenly the root cause for the war was all those kids who played cowboys and indians. I always thought the connection between cap guns and serial killers was always a bit tenuous. The only ceral we killed was Wheaties and that was to get the box top to send in for cool (called "neat" back then" gifts.

Just thinking...