Check out this story in the Washington Post.
Then he tucked the gun into the pocket of his nylon sweatpants.
“I think I may have come to the wrong house,” he said, looking around the patio of the home in the 1300 block of Constitution Avenue NE.
“I’m sorry,” he told the group. “Can I get a hug?”
Amazing. I can’t tell if that’s the power of a good hug, or good wine and cheese. Maybe both.