I saw my old neighbor at the local store today. When I was growing up in the sixties he was known as the toughest cop in the nearest city. When school buses were blown up bringing national scrutiny to the town following integration he was the one they put on the front line. Almost 90 he told me he sleeps on his couch with his hand on a shot gun afraid of what is coming. He said he wasn’t giving up his guns to communist.