It's an old friend and I'm happy to see it. When I went back again this morning, I couldn't find the message. Like I said, I'm not too good with Facebook.

Perhaps a word of explanation is in order. Back in the 1960s, the Second Amendment appeared to be on its last legs. Thanks to lies, propaganda, a Library of Congress translation of Nazi Gun Laws, and treacherous betrayal by the National Rifle Association, the1968 Gun Control Act had been passed, and the enemies of freedom were howling for more.

Radio, TV, news magazines, and the newspapers were monolithically against us, and there was no Internet in those days. There was no way to talk back. So I did what I could. I wrote brief essays, Xeroxed them onto brightly-colored paper so they wouldn't be forgotten, and handed them out to everyone I could at local gun shows. People said that I was preaching to the choir, but the choir hadn't been singing. So I gave them something to sing. "Suppose You Were Fond Of Books ... " was one of those Xeroxed essays. Later, I went on to write The Probability Broach, and found The Libertarian Enterprise.