The PA to NY Gun Transfer Odyssey: Somewhere There Is Logic Here. At the Moment I Fail to See It. (Part 1)
I used to live in Pennsylvania. In Pennsylvania, owning a handgun is a bit like owning a toaster. You buy it, you fill out a background check form at the counter, you wait about fifteen minutes, and you walk out the door with your toaster. Nobody calls you. Nobody sends you a plastic card. Nobody … Read more