Now that the Super Bowl is over, and I am done with twelve hours shifts, I can resume my true calling. Yes, I will return to my bitching. Not so much bitching I guess as pointing out a small observation that has grated on my mind for a while. While I don’t read as much as I would like, I do consume a fair amount of fiction. In the past two years it has been crime and noir fiction which has knocked me over the head and drug me to its filthy basement for dark and nefarious things.
When writing crime fiction, it is inevitable that bad things will happen to good and bad people alike, and common instruments in such stories are firearms. Over the last two decades one firearm in particular has captured the fancy of law enforcement, criminals, and writers alike. I am speaking of the Glock handgun created in Austria in 1982.
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