It was towards the end of July when I noticed the trail-blaze orange billboard outside Greensboro Convention Center proclaiming “Gun and Knife Show Aug. 27-28.”

I don’t squeal with excitement often and God willing that will be the last time. After getting my car back into one lane I made a quick u-turn to double check the date. For the next four weeks I talked about little else.

Like an early Christmas morning, August 27th rolled around. As I walked into the convention center I realized that, in my child-like anticipation of the gun show, I had failed to prepare myself mentally for such an event. The first thing I noticed was that these people were, well, all white. All of them. I hate to act on stereotypes, but hey, it was a gun show. A full-on, liberals leave your politics at the door, sleeves optional, guys in fatigues standing around quoting Reagan and cleaning their rifles HO-DOWN. And at about 2 o’clock in the afternoon a college kid with glasses and his Asian girlfriend were thrown in the mix. We blended in almost as well as the camouflage these guys were passing off as street wear.