“The state of Ohio says that I am now allowed to carry a concealed handgun. The license itself is a little plastic thing, similar to my drivers license. I keep looking at it, somewhat bemused. It bears a photo of me looking grim, some personal information, and a number that I can only assume represents my place in the line of people who have applied and been accepted before me, and those that will come after. Such a simple thing, and yet. … As we pulled out of the driveway and headed down the street, Mike said, ‘There. It’s official. You are a now free person, no longer a subject.’ I looked over at him and started laughing. I felt my world change. It’s a wild feeling — enormous freedom and enormous responsibility all at once.” (05/08/08)