Change follows change in us, almost without transition; we pass from blissful rapture to sobbing woe; a single step divides our sublimest ecstasies from the darkest depth of spiritual despondency.
We have a shotgun we inherited from my father-in-law, a paranoid Englishman living in Texas. I have a. 22 Marlin rifle, similar to the one Annie Oakley had, and my husband has a. 357 Magnum pistol. All those are locked up tight, of course. We have a couple of pellet guns that get more use than the real guns.