I can provide some things I've learned. I no longer look for cars and trucks. I look for movement. It could be a bird, dog, Greyhound bus or a Tall Girl in a red Mustang. Focusing on one thing is very limiting. Focusing on movement may mean life or a skinned knee.
There have been a few, not so, close calls. People rushing to the stop sign and not completely stopping. I'm all about coming to a complete stop where you're supposed to stop. I never, ever, under any conditions float a stop sign. In fact I keep my .357 Sig Sauer at the ready to blow the tires out from under any fool who won't stop. So far I've only put slugs into 184 tires this month. Wearing a ski mask and not having a tag have prevented any identity theft from occurring. The scariest of all are people rushing to the stop sign with their head looking at their phone.
Can't think of anything else except that there was a really good film noir showing at the laundromat. "Gun Crazy". Check it out. It was very good.
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