Good Company

This morning the Boss and I went to our 5 year old grandson's last basketball game of the season.  The games are held in a small gymnasium of a church. We've been there twice before.  I'm always carrying when I go anyplace other than work, and I strongly suspect my son was also carrying.  This time I could tell there was another gun present.  The unmistakable butt of a handgun was bulging near the 4 o'clock position of a man across the court.

I doubt anybody else noticed, but if they did, didn't care.