Got a soft spot for law enforcement and sincerely thank all who have risked their lives. I,m 83 years old, in good shape, have always been security minded, but I don’t carry in my home. However, I spend a lot of time at my desk upon which rests a Ruger LCP with one in the chamber. It goes with me everywhere in a pocket holster, just in case, There a Glock 10 in a fast acquisition pistol safe in my gym room, a Kahr 9 under the back cushion of my family room couch, and a Remington 12 Guage standing by in my office closet if I can get to it. Its fully loaded and the first two rounds are birdshot because buckshot goes through walls. Everything after that is more serious, plus 5 more rounds of buckshot on the stock. Plus, there’s a 38 revolver in my bedroom and a Ruger 357 magnum within feet of my desk. Not to mention a Colt model 1909 45cal service revolver. Buts that’s not loaded. Its a real antique that I bought for $25.00 from the back of an Argosy magazine when I was a 15 year old kid living in the Arizona desert just north of Phoenix, AZ, circa 1950s. I know that the ability to keep firepower close at hand is not an option for those with young children, and I certainly don’t recommend it. Real weapons must be safely stored wherever children are present. I taught mine how to handle guns and how to use them when they were about ten years old, but I never left the weapons easy to hand until they were over 18. My father was a grocer in Detroit, Michigan and got robbed on a regular basis at least twice a year for thirty years. He kept a colt 38 special under his belt, and nothing scared him. He once reached across the counted and grabbed the barrel of a colt 45 semiauto that was pointed right at his gut. The guy pulled the trigger and the gun misfired! The only thing that ever got to my dad was when a bad guy pointed a gun at my sisters head and said “if the man behind the counter moves, the girl is dead.” He once did a no-no, ran outside and put two rounds into the back of a fleeing robber’s car. The guy was slightly wounded and went to prison, but came back years later to thank my dad for putting him on the straight and narrow! Sorry for such a long post, but there’s a lot to say when you’re as old as me.