Jim came walking through the Italian market, visibly uncomfortable. “I have no idea why I thought walking two blocks carrying a shotgun would be O.K.” he said and we quickly went inside.
Once up stairs he began unloading his duffel. Custom grip revolver, nine millimeter semi automatic pistol, and many boxes of ammunition went up on the counter. I clipped the target to the mount, hit a button and watched the bullseye zoom 50 yards down range.
this is the point when I realized I forgot my glasses.
By the time Stephen and Gage arrived, Jim and I had been well warmed up. Stephen, the Ivy educated anthropologist currently making a change to medicine, walked right in and emptied an entire clip into the small thumbnail image on the upper left hand side of the target that I had previously been unaware existed.
Of all the places in the city to dine, we ended up at the airport Marriott.
Around the table were three Penn men, a post-graduate degreed architect, a high-powered attorney, and it took twenty minutes plus the waitress to help us do the math on the bill.