I’m remembering a time when I could walk down the street with my daughter and my wife without needing to be paranoid.
I didn’t need to carry a gun. I didn’t need to carry a knife for, just in case, protection. I still did, but I’ve carried a knife since my 7th birthday. That’s when my grandpa gave me my first Swiss Army/boy scout knife. He told me – Buzz, never leave home without it. You’ll never know when you might need it.