Upon review, the foregoing is translated for Northren folks;
We live in VA. We own guns. Tough. Urrah!
I'll give you an urrah! for that. I grew up (many years ago) in Michigan, so being a North'nah. Handguns were legal, with restrictions, but frowned-upon. Uncool. Then I joined the AF and ended up in New Mexico. Hmmm. Walked into the local grocery store (I think it was Piggly Wiggly, but can't swear to that), and found they had a small gun shop within the freaking grocery store (?!). Gun shop in a grocery store? What is up with that?
Asked the clerk what I would have to register, my body, life, or first-born, to buy that pistol. He laughed and said there were no such restrictions. Huh? I was taken aback. Dang, what is this, freedom??? Anyways, I ended up buying a Ruger Mk I pistol, and several other handguns after that, having a great time plinking at the local gravel pit. Still haven't figured out how I am evil for doing that. Also, had a good liberal friend from Michigan who refused an invitation to shoot handguns with me at the gravel pit. He was afraid he would enjoy it, therefore be evil. Memories from years long-past.
Ok, 'nuff of that...glad you're safe and the sniper threat is over. Take care and keep your eyes open!