I went to the Big Town Gunshow in Mesquite Saturday. I was privileged to bring a gun show newbie. My friend, and assistant preacher at our church. He served as a SAW gunner in Iraq for the US Army, grew up in North Texas, west of the Metroplex, and somehow never went to a gunshow.
Saturday morning I picked him up, waved at his wife, and off we went to the show. He had a bolt action rifle that was missing the bolt he wanted to trade. We looked at all the guns, knives and T-shirts they had. He even sampled the beef jerky!
He said he loved it. He can't wait to go back. In fact, when I told him the Market Hall show is about twice as large, he made me promise go to it with him.
OK, twist my arm and force me to a gun show.
I know he's hooked. He had had the look of a teenage boy who just discovered how wonderfully different girls are.
Me, I couldn't help but think about Tams gun show song: