Greetings all
As the weather warms, I have had more and more opportunity to go walking about my business with a gun strapped on my side in full view. Today was one of the nicest days we have had so far, and so off I went into the big bad city of Allentown to do some business, sans my outer garmet.
First order of business was stopping at Staples in Tilghman Square to get some of PA Patriot's pamphlets printed up. The store was not all that busy, although the counter where I was was swarming with people, and it was about as culturally diverse as it can get. I mention the diversity for this reason. I look like the stereotypical redneck. Pickup truck with a tool box (and a rebel flag!), boots, jeans, camouflage hat, grizzled beard, etc. Physically I am fairly imposing. At least, that is what people tell me. All this is to say, I stick out in a crowd gun or no gun. In front of me and behind the counter was a young black gentleman, to my left was a very well dressed Oriental woman, and to the right was an Hispanic family with a little girl. The father was wearing a jacket and cap with the name of a local service center on it. The black man was helping the Oriental woman, and another lady was going back and forth with my pamphlets and answering questions for the Hispanic man at the same time. I was at the counter getting everything taken care of for a good 10 minutes or more, and did not even get a raised eyebrow.
Off to the bank, Lafayette Ambassador on Tilghman St. This was new for me, going into the bank. But they all know me in there, and I have my accounts there, so I was pretty sure that since I was not waving the gun around and shouting for someone to give me all the money, I was safe. One of the newer tellers took care of me at her desk, and spent a little time grumbling about taxes. Being a small business owner, I was able to feel her pain and then some. But no one noticed, or if they did, no one commented.
Then it was time for me to hit my main event, Redneck Central, otherwise known as Tractor Supply, over on Hamilton Ave.

I needed some repair parts for one of my trailers. Once again, a very diverse lot was present in the store. In fact, I was the only redneck looking person there! I spent some time talking with the lady behind the counter, who had to look up a load rating for me to make sure I was getting the right parts, and then stood in line in front of a lady and a small girl of eastern European descent, judging from the lady's accent. No one screamed, called the cops, or anything.
On the way home, I had to pass by one of my favorite haunts, Eagle Arms in Breinigsville. Recalling that I needed some 158 gr SWC .357 mag rounds, I pulled in, jumped out of my truck, opened the door to the store, and came face to face with a dreaded member of the Pennsylvania State Police!

I looked him right in the eye, pointed to my sidearm, and sang the following while dancing around in a circle waggling my fingers in my ears:
"Can't touch me you PSP,
cause open carry is legal and free!"
Well, not really.
I don't think he paid me a bit of attention at all. There were several people in the shop, and he was carrying a sheaf of papers, flipping through them as he walked out the door. No situational awareness at all. In a gun shop! With guns in it!
All in all, it was a very uneventful trip. Mrs. Plinker called me on the way home to ask me if I would go to the drug store, but I was already too close to the house, so she did the deed. There were no opportunities to call attention to myself, assert my manhood, impress people, or whatever. Just plain old regular day to day boring stuff. With a gun in full view. This is at the other end of the spectrum from what Michele had to go through the other night. There will be events that are more dramatic, I am sure. But the more we get out there and show people that wearing a gun is for normal people too, the more we will normalize the sight. Of course, it will help if and when they actually notice it there on my hip.