Little did I expect that two+ hours of my day (before picking up The Morkie from her doggie day spa appointment) would be spent in an obscenely wealthy gun nut’s panic room listening to his dissemination of each firearm in his (admittedly impressive) WWII collection. And that was after accepting his invitation to fire a silenced pistol, a semi automatic rifle, and a fully automatic rifle from his deck at a target near his woods; a memorable experience, certainly, but not one that I care to repeat - my abject loathing for those things (guns and obscenely rich white people in love with guns) remains intact.