Some good memories of Christmas

Published: Wednesday, December 26, 2012 at 05:11 PM.

When I was 7, Santa gave me a Remington .22 single-shot rifle. Two years later, I hit the jackpot. "Santa," whom I had finally identified as my parents, gave me my first deer rifle, a Model 94 Winchester 30/30. I was "The Rifleman" before Chuck Connors.

Looking back at those times through today’s prism, it’s obvious that I spent my pre-teen life on another planet.

I knew what I was doing. Dad taught me to always attach my brain to my trigger finger. Anytime I fell short, his standard admonishment was: "Think! Think! Think!"

In the aftermath of the Sandy Hook abomination, society needs changes. I have no idea what they should be, but it’s quite obvious there’s vital work to do.

I believe gun violence ultimately is less about hardware and more about software. What on earth is being downloaded into people’s minds nowadays? I’ll leave solutions to folks a lot smarter than I.

Our grandchild Bug is here from Tokyo, and it’s an absolute joy to see the holidays through an amazing 4-year-old.

Throughout the country, I bet that this season of 2012 will have the most hugs exchanged in history. Merry Christmas.

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