I can remember when I was just a kid, 8 or 9 years old, in the late 50's early 60's... my father owned an old sporting goods shop on main street... lot'sa guns, ammo, and atmosphere... His old wartime buddies would come in once and awhile during the holiday seasons and they'd sit around the office after work and have a "bump" or two!! Which usually ment each bump was made up with some Lord Calvert and bottle of 7up... some great hunting stories and great jokes, they were a real good bunch of guys, close knit too... I can remember my father holding up his drink and saying,"Yup, there's only two times that I drink, and that's alone or with somebody!" "Cheers!" He had a glass display case full of Lugers and single action army Colts that nobody wanted... antiques and collectiables were precussion Colts and flintlocks and such... best to all! til...lat'r...GT
