Kathy and I went for a recreational bike ride out in the Mead and Peone Prairie area. She's training for yet another marathon in San Francisco in three weeks and she needed to loosen up a bit yet take a break from running. While we were out cruising we saw this sign.
God. Guns. Guts. Not a lot of thinking went into that, eh? But when you think about it--which is not what they want you to do--that's exactly what they want you to do.