Nuthin' new here to this ol' Brooklyn-born boy. In the year of '78-79, I traversed Central Park to visit my college buddy overnight in Brooklyn, via subway, whilst on a truck trip to the
big apple. Dressed
stupidly in a sheepskin coat and Stetson,
dop kit in hand, I attracted the attention of a mugger who approached me, his prey, directly, his 'body English' betraying less than kindly intent. Fortunately, I had on my normally
under the sleeper mattress .357 Trooper Colt's in it's clamshell holster and opened my coat to reveal my
preparedness to the would be mugger. He stopped, stunned, smiled and asked "You're not from around here, are ya'?" I said "nope" and he actually wished me a 'pleasant evening' and moved on to less contentious pickings. Some years later, a state senator's son was mugged in San Francisco in front of my Appeals Court post at 7th & Mission in San Francisco and shot dead. I clearly violated NYC's Sullivan Law and
have never regretted it. Aktung rule 1: B der 'er' und not der 'ee'!
Texans ain't real 'mericans huh Tchocky? ONKEL!!!