I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend. (J.R.R.Tolkien, The Two Towers)

When I carry a gun, I don't do so because I am looking for a fight, but because I'm looking to be left alone. The gun at my side means that I cannot be forced, only persuaded. I don't carry it because I'm afraid, but because it enables me to be unafraid. It doesn't limit the actions of those who would interact with me through reason, only the actions of those who would do so by force.

Marko Kloos "Why the Gun is Civilization"

Friday, April 13, 2007

BACK FROM CHARLOTTESVILLE

Rotunda...University of Virginia...front view


View from the Lawn



Our Motel
Chapel beside the Rotunda

Our Mustang that we seized from an illegal drug deal in Coeburn.

Heather, Eric, and myself

Outside the Outback

Inside the Outback

Back seat view you DO NOT want to see.


We only got lost once (well if you don't count the other two times) but we called Eric who gave us an escort and straightened us out.


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