That's right, we're just changing lives, one holster at a time. Nothing like an FH sighting, while I'm blogging to serve as inspiration. I love to see the holster in all its subtle utilitarian glory on guys like this one. "No big deal, I'm just standing in line for my morning coffee. So I have a holster for my bike lock? All part of the job. I'm what you might call a new urban boy scout. A century ago, it would have held the rope to tether my horse."
Note the holster's ability to blend seamlessly into an otherwise low-key costume. But it's a quiet revolution. One day a tiny horse with a sewing machine head...the next thing you know he'll be calling purple an earth tone. That's sort of what we're going for.