Aging parents, neighborhood gone down hill
I get frustrated with my parents. They are in their mid 70s and they're really good Christian people who help others, but they are too trusting and somewhat naive to what some people are capable of. They're not anti and they know I carry (my Dad has always had guns and still does, but doesn't carry anymore and doesn't keep one handy at home anymore either).
We visited our families in NC this weekend and I took my 2 year old son to my parents for several hours to visit. I was going to take a quick nap and I noticed my Mom took my son outside to the swingset in their side yard (it was a very nice day out and he loves to be outside). I went out there and had my full size 1911 on my hip OWB. It had been concealed, but when I removed my outer shirt (warm in the sun) it was exposed OC (legal).
My Mom said, "I thought you were going to take a nap?" and I replied, "I decided to come out with yall." She said, "Why, and why did you bring that?" I replied (calmly and respectfully), "I'm always armed, and besides, as I pulled in your driveway I saw the homeless alcoholic guy that lives in a tent in the woods behind your house walk up your alcoholic drug addict and dealer next door neighbor's driveway and stagger down the street. The same neighbor I witnessed beat a man nearly to death with his walking stick one night in his yard at 1:00 am and then a month later killed his own brother doing the same thing. The same one that broke into Dad's truck one night in your driveway. Since I've been standing here I've since seen another person of questionable appearance duck into the woods behind the house next door on the other side and you told me 10 minutes ago that the house full of questionable neighbors two houses down now have 2 pitbulls and they got loose the day before yesterday. And don't get me started on 'Crazy Brenda' 3 houses down who set her own mother's house on fire with her in it."
Needless to say, she was looking at me like I had 3 heads by this time. I then went on to say, "This isn't the same neighborhood as it was when I grew up here. It used to be families that built these houses in the 30s and 40s living here. Now it's a bunch of alcoholics and druggies and you don't know what these people are capable of doing. I do, and yall might choose to continue to live here and take those chances, but I'm not letting my son out of my sight while I'm here."
And they get mad and wonder why we don't stay at their house nearly as often as we do my in-laws. It has nothing to do with them...it's what's going on in the neighborhood. I've begged my Dad to keep his .44 Magnum loaded and handy and to get his permit and carry his .32 revolver. He refuses. He thinks these people are harmless. I just can't seem to get through to them that addicts get jacked up and will do anything.
Sorry for the long rant...thank you for letting me vent.