Mid-1970s, Rice Hotel, Houston, Texas. Sunday afternoon, after a major coin show in the hotel ballroom.
My coin-dealer friend loaded his unsold coins and the receipts from the sales at the show into the trunk of his car. This was in front of the main entrance, right at the curb. I stood by with a 20" 870 12-gauge, a bit more vertical than port arms.
Various folks wandered in and out of the hotel. A few smiled and nodded. I vaguely recall that one cop-car drifted along the street; no reaction (I'd certainly have remembered a reaction!
).
"Brandishing, ma'am? Not at all! I was just standing here, holding a shotgun."
We then drove on to Austintatious...
, Art