We started off with a steady conversation, but as we passed places where the storm had caused serious damage we fell silent, our laughter replaced by ...gasps. One house was cut right in half by a huge tree that had fallen like a meat cleaver, crushing everything in its path. Utility crews were tugging tangles of power lines off the streets, cutting fallen trees into pieces they could move out of the way, and we saw more fire trucks and ambulances than we really wanted to, reminders that the most. “Never point a firearm at...” “at something you don’t intend to kill,” I actually finished over him, almost word for word.“If this were a formal course after using the teacher you’d have been docked for changing the order and wording. But that was very good considering you only heard the rules once.”“Is there a reason you keep saying ‘firearm’ instead of ‘gun’?”Nallen’s amusement was back, a light tickle in my mind. “Your military services have this silly distinction between guns and other. "And thank you."She gave me the information. The call was from a Mrs. Wilkinson, and she was interested in beginner lessons for her seven-year-old and eight-year-old boys. I called her and introduced myself, and we chatted for a few minutes."So, Sean, you were the referee at my son's game. I was really impressed with how well you were able to communicate with the kids. Kip is seven and his brother Davey is eight, and they both say they want to learn how to play better. Would you be interested. How else would anybody know when they were supposed to cheer?”“And I suppose it didn’t hurt that they are all healthy young women and were wearing very short skirts?” asked Mum with a grin – this time a genuine grin.“It didn’t hurt at all!” They shared a look – one of those looks that people share where they tell each other important stuff with their eyes.Fortunately, that was the end of the Mum-and-Dad show for a while. The rest of us had been silent spectators during all of that – which of.