If it's Tuesday, this must be Belgium, and this also must be 100 Word Song Day. Leeroy and mi hombre Lance have gone with Ashtar Command's "Deadman's Gun". I call this "Ballad of an Unknown Gun."
"I just want it gone," my mother said. I thought about Hemingway, who got rid of the gun his father used, only to use a different gun to end his own life. It laid there in a wooden box, an inert piece of silver metal and polished wood. Someone worked hard to make this into a perfectly functional little object that was willing to serve the desires of whoever held it. It's kind of silly to blame a machine, I thought, for the errors of its operator. "Computers never make mistakes," my father used to say. "People often do."