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The cashier gasped as she ran the paper over the scanner. She was reading the headlines of a grizzly shooting. The followup story below the headlines was about a shooting the day before. "There are just too many guns around." she said. "Yes," I agreed. "Whatever happened to good old-fashioned whips and chains". "Or fists," she said warming to the subject. "What ever happened to just beating each other up?" OK, not exactly a Christmas season kind of conversation but at least we were both chuckling as I walked off.