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Thanks for your insights. Low key is always better, at least when it's appropriate.

As to the driver, the only thing that burns me more than intoxicated driver is one that has kids in the vehicle.

My thoughts exactly.

While securing the rear area of our business I saw a weak flicker of pickup headlights and a feeble attempt to grind a starter down in an underpass that floods in every heavy dew.

Lately, it's been flooded quite a bit. It has to be barricaded so often there are permanent gates on each approach to the underpass. Just after the truck's starter wheezed its last I heard the characteristic clink of beer bottles bouncing off cement, splashing into the three feet of water that had stalled the truck.

I had a (probable) drunk run a car through my back fence a while back in the middle of the night. I didn't have a chance to help that motorist, who cut and run before we could negotiate repair expenses, but this motorist was right there waiting for my assistance. I called the police to report the vehicle in distress.

About a half dozen cop and DPS cars showed up, all of whom seemed amused at the situation. The motorist said the locked gate was actually open when he drove past, and cops started making cracks about the driver having had a little to drink. It also came to light there were kids in the truck with the possibly tipsy driver.

I commented to a state trooper if the driver had been thinking ahead he would have brought a rod and reel. Sitting in the middle of that pond he had plenty of time to fish. He wasn't going anywhere.

Many chuckles were had by all. By then, the discarded beer bottles had floated back to the truck. They were floating like fish bobbers all over the place.

And then one of the officers wanted my contact information since I'd made the helpful call. I didn't quite know the correct protocol for that kind of encounter between citizens, one with a badge, enjoying their Second Amendment rights. I gave the officer my name and phone number, kind of waiting for him to ask for ID. He didn't, and I really felt bashful about not having already mentioned the daemonic mechanism tucked coyly in my belt.

So I didn't say anything. We exchanged pleasantries, shook hands, and parted as friends.

Is that generally the right way to handle being armed in the company of law enforcement? If they don't ask, don't tell?

'Course, it was nice to know my concealment worked.

Later, while we were eating supper, I saw the rescued pickup truck on the back of a tow truck headed in the general direction of the local impound. When you drink, drive, and swamp your pickup behind police barricades you get valet parking. Convenient!

But I'm curious - was that the right way to handle the conversation?