Photo credit: Francois Polito, Sculpture of “Non-Violence”by Carl Fredrik Reuterswärd He was a braggart about his guns. He told my sons about packing heat and spoke in hyperbolic detail about the other-worldly power and rush that shooting a gun can jolt. He spoke of a violent testosterone fueled definition of manhood and linked masculinity to a love affair with guns. He told my sons about a shoot out at a cafe where an armed patron shot thieves. He spoke with no compassion, only a sense of OK Corral shoot ‘em up caricatures. He guffawed about how “badass” the gent was who pulled out his gun...