“I’ve got guns all over the house,” says Dick. “Look here.”
He pulls open a drawer, and yes, there’s a gun.
“And here.” Dick opens a pantry door.
“And here!” he opens a cupboard and, yep, there’s another.
“How many handguns do you have outside your safe?” I ask.
Dick winks and grins. “Enough.”
He fishes a small gun from behind the flour bin.
“I’ve had this guy for 45 years,” he says, handing it to me butt first.