This was a couple of years ago, a construction buddy got a couple of free passes to the gun show.
Why not? I like guns-ish, it's a bit out of my box, on a rare Sunday off we head down.
Now it's huge, and there's an amazing array of vendors, not only guns but a thousand related products, there's hunting and fishing, there are antique bayonets and knives, there's Samurai swords, canes, fur mittens, antiques of various descriptions, Nazi memorabilia, watches (I get a trifle hung up here, I confess...), antique dueling pistols, reproductions, powder flasks, umbrellas, novelty stickers and buttons, chain mail and armor, single shot muskets and muzzle-loaders, fine Italian hunting rifles, embossed and engraved with scenes from antiquity, there are zombie posters and targets, dried rations for your backyard nuclear bunker, it's a lifestyle...
The crowd...how to describe them ... more like a Comicon of people you would never in your life sell a gun to, there's the army dude, walking about all dressed up and kitted out like he just stepped of the plane from Afghanistan, there's the old Vietnam Vet, in heavily beaded biker jacket, complete with patches, there are the drag queens and perpetually angry adolescents, there's every weird fucked-up neighbor you never wanted to run into again in your life...
And I realize that if any of these people own a gun, I'd better own one too ... if only to protect me from them...