That's right, Kendall, and of course, I was too scared for my daughter and myself (At one point it looked as though he was going to turn around and come back) to even think about doing such a thing. Out here, though, one would most likely be found not guilty by reason of self-defense.

I forgot, there was a time that I "carried." When working as a bartender at a pizza parlour and I was walking home every night, alone, at 2 and 3 a.m. This was at the height of the oil boom when almost anything "went" and it was a risk my then-father-in-law didn't like me to take, so he bought me a small handgun to carry. As soon as I quit that job, I got rid of the gun, too.

Kendall, I would have absolutely no concern in being around you while you were "packin'."