Posted November 28, 2014 2:00 pm by Comments

By Robert Farago

In the dark days following the collapse of my second marriage, I’d occasionally hire a babysitter and head to Haruki East. I sat at the bar nursing a Jameson, scarfing sushi, reading. Occasionally, I’d put down my book and engage nearby diners in conversation. When the subject of guns came up, I’d keep it light. I saw no profit in arguing with antis, especially in my clean, well-lighted place. One night, a brace of college professors learned of my gun blogging and attacked. “You’re a baby killer!” the Brown prof shouted, slamming his fist …read more

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