Two Out of
Four Ain't Bad
If this story doesn't warm your cockles, I don't want to know you.
They strode into the restaurant supply store in Harlem shortly after 3 p.m. on Thursday, four young men intent on robbery, one with a Glock 9-millimeter pistol, the police said. The place may have looked like an easy mark, a high-cash business with an owner in his 70s, known as a gentle, soft-spoken man.
Watching it happen, Mr. Augusto, whom neighborhood friends call Gus, rose from a chair 20 to 30 feet away and took out a loaded Winchester 12-gauge pump-action shotgun with a pistol-grip handle. The police said he bought it after a robbery 30 years ago.
The scumbag with the gun took the first round, and met his maker right there on the floor. Dead scumbag number two made it out of the store, but later succumbed to his fatal case of lead poisoning.
And thus, the world was made a safer place, by the margin of two, thanks to one citizen's decision not to rely upon the government for his personal well-being.