. . . muttered the ogre

Hey, a blog by a law professor.
I refer of course to Eugene Volokh, who last week hung up a joint shingle with his brother Sasha, a student at Harvard. (Sasha recently made the news by organizing a gun club there, and folks said hm, is he related to Eugene? Now we know.)
I’ll be watching, just as if it did not already take me six weeks to cycle my “sites to watch” list.

E.V.’s remarks on the “I don’t know any people like that” phenomenon remind me of something that happened to me.
On a Sunday in 1996, as I blasted away at a defenseless paper target with my Ruger KP90D, a shell bounced off the wall and was caught behind my glasses, burning off a bit of skin. Next day, of course, a coworker asked what happened; once word got around, another said “I didn’t know they scatter shells about”; another asked what caliber; and yet another said, “I’m thinking of trading in my rifle; what caliber do you think I should use for elk?” —
Five years later, getting ready for a trip to Front Sight, it was the elk guy that I asked to sign for my good moral character.

And of course E.V. says exactly the right thing about nail-clippers on airplanes.