I used to be a speed demon. I lost my license in two different countries, on two separate occasions. Since returning stateside some eight years ago, I haven’t received a single citation. That’s not a coincidence. Living in the UK, I could no more own a gun than find a decent cup of clam chowder. The last time I lived in the Ocean State (circa 1857), I wasn’t into guns. Nowadays, I do (own guns) and I don’t (break laws). I don’t speed. Or jaywalk. Or smoke dope. Firearms have made me into a law-abiding citizen. Or brought the law-abiding citizen out of me. Or coincided with a general drop in testosterone levels. How about you? And yes, I listen to NPR. A guy’s gotta live some part of his life on the edge . . .