Now that the family reunion has been tucked nice and cozy into the Barcaloungers of our memories, it’s time to trot out the newest piece of Bendau news. Boys, meet the xd 9 sub. The xd 9 has the good fortune of bearing the brunt of my initiation into handgun ownership. And to punctuate our commitment, Dad and I sat through eight excruciating hours of range qualifications, lectures and tests in order to earn the right to a concealed-carry permit.
All in all, it was too much information crammed into eight hours. Suffice it to say, though, we were left with plenty to think about, most saliently, when, how and whether or not we would choose to arm ourselves in public.