Self-Defense Update. I get ready for work in the AM: wallet, keys, change, watch, Palm Pilot, DayTimer, cell phone, brief-case, S&W .38 in its pocket holster, bullet strip. I collect the latter two items when Carol is not in the bed-room, because it still upsets her. But I am very nearly (but not quite completely) used to having the gun in my pocket as I go to and fro to work. One thing about the baggy suit pants that is part of the lawyer's uniform, I can stick the gun in its holster in my right front pocket, and no one has the slightest idea that a guy looking like a sheep is, ahem, a sheepdog. (I don't take it to the court-house, of course, which may be the most dangerous place I go during the month.) When I'm at work, the revolver, unholstered, and the bullet strip, goes in a drawer in my desk, a drawer reserved just for this equipment, a drawer about knee high and just to my right as I sit there and work.

Makes me think of Gary Busey, who played Eddie Lomax, the investigator in "The Firm". Except that Eddie didn't quite make it alive through the entire movie. But he went down swinging.