My family is gathering for my father’s memorial service. Once again, my blood relatives and their relations are treating me with disinterest, distrust and distaste. At 50 years of age, I can let that one go. But I find it odd that they find it odd that I like guns. Suffice it to say, I’m not ashamed of who I am and what I love. First my wife and children. After that, well, those of you who share my fascination with the ethics, morality, politics, business, culture, technology, practice, strategy, dangers and fun of guns—and those who don’t—are welcome here, my home away from home. As for my father, I know he’d appreciate the joie de vivre I’ve found amongst the TTAG community and, of all places, down at the gun range. Gun guru Wayne’s beaming face in this video, triggered by shooting a paper target with a Mossberg HS 410, is one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen. Except, of course, for my father’s smile. I know he’s dead. But he is missed.