It was a long drive from Chicago to New Orleans, but it meant I wouldn’t be forced to check my gun at the airport or find one once I got there. I saw the job as a little vacation. Unlike a lot of guys from the neighborhood, I like to travel. And my boss loved that I didn’t complain about the out-of-town jobs, even to the little towns and burgs in Ohio or Tennessee. The truth was that the work itself had started to bother me a bit, a function of age, maybe. But what are you going to do?

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