Americans own nearly 400 million guns. Five of them were recently lying on my parents’ living room floor in Dallas. Two revolvers looked like props from a ’70s cop movie. A pistol with a perforated barrel looked like it was from a space opera. There was a Field & Stream-worthy shotgun and a semi-automatic rifle right out of a mass shooting.
This collection of firearms will likely be my responsibility when my father is gone. I might not like it, but I may not have a choice. Last September, he drafted a gun trust and named me as trustee. When I told him I wasn’t particularly interested in taking responsibility for some of these weapons, he paused and thought for a minute.
“There’s no reason not to keep all of them,” he said.
