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Thirty years ago, my father and grandmother had to go settle my great uncle Ray's estate after he passed. He lived outside of San Francisco. While there he was talking to Ray's neighbour. After a bit, Dad had to go into the city to meet with the lawyer. The neighbour asked if Dad had a gun on him, Dad said no.
The old guy yells to his wife to bring over her purse. The old guy hauls the wife's snub nose .357 and gives it to Dad. Dad said no, I'm fine. Old guy "Oh, you just don't want a girl's gun." Goes into his house and comes back with a .44 magnum. Dad declined again, but the old guy was adamant that he wouldn't be safe going into Frisco unarmed, and was getting agitated about it. So Dad took it.
Now uncle Ray's car was a '67 Cadillac Deville convertible that he'd had since new. So there goes my buttoned down, unassuming, sensible father rolling into San Francisco in a white pimpmobile with a .44 Magnum in the glovebox. Dad said later it was one of the most surreal experiences of his life.
We had long guns growing up, but just for hunting. We were never part of 'gun culture'. The whole concept is still alien to me.