My first day out after what felt like a near-fatal (fetal?) case of sinusitis (I’ll spare you the details), and I decided to treat my cabin fever with a visit to the local big-box book barn, a.k.a., Barnes & Noble. Now I know a thing or three about B&N, as my ex once worked for them. And it got me to thinking, just what would the Lords of B&N think/do if they knew I was packin’ heat?