Reader Peter C. writes:
I got my Massachusetts Concealed Carry Permit when I was 21, but carried only infrequently for many years. On the morning of March 10, 1991, I received a phone call from one of the members of my rod and gun club, informing me that our club president, Bob L., had been shot to death in the kitchen of his apartment, several hours earlier . . .
Bob was in his fifties, a skilled welder and a dedicated silhouette shooter. He was having breakfast with his wife when a local homeless person whom Bob had known casually for several …read more
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