Time to Get a Gun.

I saw Fred Eaglesmith at the Wings and Strings music festival outside of Tampa with my brother, the Amazing AndyMan, a few years ago. I've been thinking about Fred Eaglesmith lately, mostly because of his song, Time to Get a Gun. I've been thinking of that song lately because there are many, many shootings in my county: Colleton County, S.C. People shooting each other. People shooting at each other. People shooting at houses. People shooting at cars. People shooting from houses. People shooting from cars. A local resident was complaining on Tuesday that from his house he heard 13 gunshots on Monday night, and that his wife heard another ten. Twenty-three gunshots. His neighborhood is a good one, complete with subdivision covenants, and with neighbors that check up on each other. The shots apparently came from just outside of the subdivision, only about a block away. The resident has strong ties with law enforcement, and called them immediately. Still, the shots rang out over the course of about 30 minutes. He was understandably more than a bit bothered. And he was on his guard. Like many, many residents of Colleton County, he has guns, too. It never came down to it, but if it had, I don't have the slightest doubt that he'd've used the shotgun he pulled out. Oh, yeah. This guy lives just down the street from my GF. Diane just figured the pops she heard were fireworks.