I like being in condition puce. Wait. Orange? I never quite got the hang of Col. Cooper’s carnival of color coded concern. And I’m red green color blind. Anyway, I enjoy those times when I have to up my situational awareness. For example, when I’m walking to my Bubba Benz at night. Mind you, I’m not looking for a fight. I’m looking to avoid a fight. So I’m prepared for the possibility of a fight (or quick exit stage right). I’m sensitive to sound, movement, body language and geography. I mentally rehearse my options. Anti-gunners mistake this for paranoia. It’s not. It’s a heightened sense of . . . safety. I feel focused. Alert. Alive. And calm. Would I feel that way without a concealed carry firearm. Nope. You?