Phoenix, Arizona - The hall was abustle a few moments ago, but it is slowly making its way back to the cavernous empty space it was one week ago. Rather than dwell on the farewells of friends who see one another only once a year, or the sheer impossibility to do all one wants to do during the three
days of exhibits, NRAblog is pleased to bring you a story of what it means to be a believer in the NRA.
William and Pamela Johnson came to Phoenix by way of Palestine, Texas. “It’s so small we don’t have a bank, or a school, or a post office,” Mrs. Johnson told NRAblog. “The two gas stations have a grill, and that’s it for local restaurants.”