I actually got chewed out by a security guard at the hotel the company put me up in, because I was standing outside on a balcony smoking. I couldn’t smoke in my room, so I walked down the hallway to this common area balcony thing overlooking the pool. They had the door propped open, and the guard was standing inside bitching at me telling me I couldn’t smoke there, so I kicked the stop up on the door and told her to go fuck herself as it closed. I kept expecting the cops to show up, but they didn’t, LOL. I decided right then and there that California wasn’t the place for me.

Welcome to the US of A my friend.

All you need to know about California is that one town over from us it’s illegal to smoke a cigarette in a HOUSE YOU OWN. And stuff like that spreads! It will spread more slowly up here. (And if more people open carry, nanny-state tourists from California will be less likely to move here!)

Yeah, I know that living here will not be a libertarian paradise of perfection 24/7/365, and it will have challenges. But we just got back from dinner in a Red Lobster full of families with kids, while both openly packing. No one blinked. People saw, but it was no issue.

In California, it would be a room fulla screaming.

MWD

I would venture a guess that after you move, your cats won’t be equally impressed. Ours hide under the furniture and growl whenever there’s a thunderstorm, LOL

I also found it rather quaint when you said that a .223 was a “big gun”, LOL. Once again, not making fun, just enjoying all of these new experiences vicariously through your enthusiasm, and thoroughly enjoying it. When we finally get to go shooting, I’ll let you shoot a “big gun”, then I’ll let you shoot a “bigger” one. I’ll even buy the ammo. DJ will have to massage your sore shoulder though, I don’t swing that way.

Mr. Q