It began like any other January morning, only more so. A little too cold. A little too windy. The type of morning that made you wish you had moved to Key West and forgotten to tell anyone. Key West. Now there's a place. Do what you want, and no one cares. No one worries about what you're packing. People leave you alone. You don't have some broken-down newspaper man making up a column out of thin air. The gun went off. That's all the explanation anyone needs. The gun... (GunPolicy.org)