How Times Change
nemo paradise

When I was four years old, my parents packed me off to the military boarding school which my two older brothers (8 and 10 at the time) already attended. There were reasons for this, some good, others perhaps less so, but that’s not the point.

This was the real deal. By the time I went home for Thanksgiving vacation, I could make a bed with hospital corners and a blanket so taut a quarter would bounce from it, shine shoes, and do close order drill, including most of the manual of arms — port arms, shoulder arms, etc. (we used Daisly BB rifles for arms). I was probably the only four year old in the country who could tie a Windsor knot.

When I was about six, I was allowed to join the “big boys” and go to the rifle range, where we were instructed on the safety, range procedure and firing of live ammunition from a 22 rifle.

That’s right. I’m not talking about a backwoods Kentucky kid learning how to shoot squirrels; I’m talking about an expensive private school sixty miles from LA where kids were taught to shoot 22s as a matter of course. To be fair, kids my age were few — I think there were only about ten of us — but there we were.

As a result — whatever other effects this experience may have had — I learned at an early age how to do something that today would be considered barbaric by most “right-thinking” (okay, left-thinking) folks. I also learned to respect guns and how to handle them, and how to behave in places where guns were present.

I can’t think that this was a bad thing, but imagine if I offered such a program — teaching young kids gun safety and instruction in shooting them — to parents here on West End Avenue in Manhattan.

Come to think of it, I might be swamped with applications. But do you think the city would let me do it?

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About nemo paradise

Nemo has been perversely fascinated by finance since emergence from college as an English major with little or no math. His opinions, analysis and observations are generally subjective, and employ vast amounts of quantitative analysis the same way that an elephant turns savannahs into useful energy, with impressive piles of dung as a by-product. Nemo has been professionally employed in the trading and analysis of and commentary on financial markets since 1972. Nemo makes no short-term predictions, except when seized by caprice. The future is inherently unknowable, but is subject to analysis. Very, very infrequently, this analysis uncovers situations where outcomes are not random over the longer term. And, as you can tell, Nemo is a smug son of a bitch who has learned from his mistakes to guard his projections very, very carefully, but has no hesitation in attacking like a starving wolverine the misconceptions, idiotic assumptions and howling fallacies that financial pundits offer with stunning frequency.

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How Times Change — 5 Comments

  1. But do you think the city would let me do it?

    Two points:

    1. It’s easier to ask for forgiveness than permission;
    2. You ARE going to call it “Future Police Officers Of America”, aren’t you?

  2. I took Kid#2 shooting when he was six. He loved it.

    I took the girlfriend who became my second wife out shooting for our second date. She loved it. (Though I must confess she’s lukewarm about shooting now.)

    I took Kid#1 shooting shortly after he came to the US. He loved it.

    Kid#3 isn’t able to hold the cut-down .22 rifle or the handguns yet, but she’ll be out at the sand pit as soon as she’s big enough.

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