Word: holsters
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...goal of every great man's son: to find his own place in the world. Billy Graham was the world's best preacher, but he had never piloted a six-seater in search of savable souls nor had an evangelically sound reason for carrying a .38 in an ankle holster. If this had been Franklin Graham's only and final job, he could have happily left it at that. But it was not his only and final...
Nobody was sure the touch of hands would happen. No formal request had been sent through diplomatic channels. Arafat wanted desperately to come; Rabin didn't. Arafat wanted to show up on the lawn with his holster holding his faithful Smith & Wesson and, with a great flourish, to unstrap the gun and hand it to Clinton. That was vetoed: too much theater even on that day. One hour before the ceremony, the Israelis and the Palestinians both threatened to boycott over trifles: then Rabin swallowed his objections to Arafat's uniform and agreed the P.L.O. could be named...
...player and blasts out his theme song, Simon and Garfunkel's Keep the Customer Satisfied. With fingers tapping on the steering wheel, he belts out the lyrics ("I get slandered/ Libeled/ I hear words I never heard in the Bible"). Then he unsnaps the gun's holster. "They may kill me," he says, "but I'm going to take some of them with me." Tucker knows that someone out there may really mean business; only last winter an antiabortion extremist shot and killed David Gunn, an abortion doctor who rode the circuit just to the south...
...TEXAS GUNS ARE PRETTY MUCH THE STATE FLOWER. NOW IT seems elements in the state may be exporting a new way to conceal some of that firepower: a holster that looks like a beeper. An internal San Francisco police bulletin warns cops to be wary of suspects using this product, available by mail order from Grand Prairie, Texas. An ad for the holster/beeper reads: "Fast. Safe. Discreet. Press button and front of case pops open and hinges down, allowing instant draw...
...years ago, in another quarter of town, he cornered a drug dealer, only to discover it was a baby-face 11-year-old boy. The child had a gun. Earl slid his own service revolver back into the holster, hoping to defuse the tension and thinking of his own son that age. After a few words, the child pulled the trigger, and a .32-caliber slug ripped through Earl's groin, coming to rest between the muscle and spine. Earl returned a single shot. The boy fell dead. "After I shot the kid, I rocked him in my arms," says...