Yo Ignacio? So you buy the gun ten years ago, before you have your first child, but somehow forget where you stashed it? Whereupon your eight-year-old son decides he needs some extra cash, takes it to school (loaded no less) and sells it to another student. Taurus might not be the finest nameplate in firearms, but the buyer sure got a great deal. His $3 purchase even included a spare magazine and the all-important serial number delete option (it was scratched off). The potential buyer thought it was a toy until he showed it to Mom. Who then brought the weapon back to school (huh?) officials who in turn called the police . . .
Whether you’re a felon or a PTA Board Member (or a felon and a PTA Board Member), when you have a child, your storage protocols must change. All firearms in the house should be locked in a safe or attached to your hip. Just because you’re a criminal doesn’t mean you’re stupid. Oh wait it does.
As for the rest of us, I admit that you might look a little strange open carrying an AR around the house. But it’s either that or a locked box. And even then you must maintain vigilance. As RF says, don’t trust and constantly verify.
Anyway, lucky for Ignacio’s off-spring, Daddy wasn’t supposed to have a handgun in the confines of NYC. (Also true for hard-working, law-abiding guys like me, unfortunately.) Iggy faces some lovely storage time of his own at Riker’s Island.