I was in my 20s, I think, when I first learned that “discharging a firearm within the city limits” is a crime in many places. When I was growing up in Blountstown, it was sometimes a necessity and sometimes entertainment. And on rare occasions, it was both.
The weekend before Veteran’s Day, I was drinking a cup of coffee and browsing through some old pictures when I found one of my grandfather in his Army uniform from about 1918. I smiled when I saw it because a) Daddy Mac was the man who introduced me to coffee before I could walk and b) the Army was, oddly enough, the only place where my love of it ever caused me any problems.
The problem with the Internet is that it’s a lot like a microphone attached to a magnifying glass. Whether we want to or not, we have to hear and see a lot of stupidity that our grandparents got to avoid. (This column, for example, might make that point or prove it, depending on how you feel about hunting.)