Hey all...had a pretty good day, so thought I'd share. Went out to the Portland gun show today. For those that don't know Portland (and I assume it would be most of you), the gun shows are held in the expo center which is north of the worst part of town, at the terminal stop for the mass transit train. The worst parts of town are connected to the other parts of town by MAX...the light-rail, ridiculously expensive to build and operate mass transit system, which enables criminals to move freely about the city and spread their joy. After the show, I had some time to kill, so I hopped on the MAX just to ride it into the city center. I had never been on it along that route, so I thought it would be interesting to see the neighborhoods it goes through, just to get some perspective and maybe appreciate my own circumstances a bit better. Honestly, I was surprised by the cleanliness of both the train and the stations. On the way back to my original stop (and parked car), an elderly black man got on the train. He was sight-impared and had a guide dog with him, along with some packages. He was followed by two male Hispanic teenagers in typical generic urban attire. He sat at one end of the car, I sat in the middle and the boys sat at the far end. Each stop, I watched the boys moved closer to the elderly man...until they were right next to him. It didn't take Dick Tracy to see these kids were up to no good. At that point, I got up and sat down next to the elderly man and said "Hey fellas....how y'all doing?"...and basically made it clear that an easy target was not going to be so easy. They got the point and immediately got off at the next stop. We kept traveling and a minute later, the guy turns to me and says that he could tell those boys were up to no good, even though he couldn't see them really well. We laughed and complained about the cowardice of gangs and how parents should beat their kids more often. When he and his dog got off, he thanked me for being there...even though nothing happened. I told him to be safe, and headed back to the last stop with my car. And before anyone asks...yes, I was carrying. Kimber Tactical Pro II...under my sweatshirt and coat. Oh...and on my way home, I stopped into Northwest Armory and found exactly what I had been looking for at the gun show...for a lot cheaper. I got a S&W Airweight .38, Model 442. I spent the evening hitting the cylinder face with the lead cloth and now it looks brand new. Not a bad day.