So, I'm down here in Memphis (TN, not NE) for the Rangemaster Tactical Conference. (There's that word again.

) Last night as I was getting out of the car in the motel parking lot, a delapidated old pickup came zooming out of the darkness from behind a utility shed in the next lot over and parked beside my car. Didn't know he was there until I saw headlights after I was out of my vehicle. No lights or anything over that way when I slowly cruised through the lot, looking around before I parked.
I could only see one occupant after he stopped his truck. No one else followed him.
I went to the other side of my car, putting it between me and him, and just waited to see what he was up to. I just stood there acting nonchalant in a cold, dark Memphis night like I had nothing better to do.

Fortunately, he paid me no mind and just kept walking the other way.
After listening to Tom Givens and others recite Memphis' crime stats and other gruesome things all day long, I don't think I over reacted at all.

I shoulda grabbed my light out of my pocket and been ready to use it, but I didn't want to drop my bag of tacos.