Hard to believe, but today is my Glockerversary.

In 1992, I changed jobs, and I forgot that I had 90 days to cash out my stock options. Fortunately I got a letter with 2 weeks to go, and I ran to a broker and cashed it out. I made quite a bit, to be honest.

In those days, I owned no guns. Really. But I had a hankering for one, so I started looking.

We had just moved to Alabama, and frequently visited family in the Atlanta area. After shopping around for several weeks, I was in a gun store near my folks and decided to buy, only to discover the guvmint requires purchasers of handguns to be residents of the state they buy in. Srsly?

So, back to Alabama.

Now, in the meantime my wife and I had discussions on what gun she would like. She really had no preference, except she asked that it at least hold enough ammo so that if she had to shoot at a home invader, she would be able to do so without reloading, “just like Bruce Willis.”

So on December 23, 1992, I was in a pawn shop in our town in Alabama, and there was a nice Glock 17, at a nice price. And it certainly met her requirements. Done.

And that’s how my first gun got its name.

Happy birthday Bruce!