FORBES.COM September 30, 2018 – A couple of months ago, I was sitting at the kitchen counter at my dad’s house in Montana when a friend casually mentioned she always carried a gun in her purse. That’s when I realized that for a growing number of Americans, guns are like the embroidered handkerchief my grandmother carried. I never saw her actually use it: Runny noses ran the other way when they encountered my Grandma, who was the most ruthless kind of germaphobe housekeeper. The handkerchief was her armor against a world that might conspire to catch her off her ladylike guard.  [full article]