Chuhhuniban
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A S&W .38 Special revolver of a long-forgotten model. Handed to me by my father as I prepared to take a train 1,200 miles to my grandparents' house to pick up a '54 Chevy that my grandfather was giving me for my sixteenth birthday (which had been two days before — it took two days to get the drivers license I had to have to drive the car back home). It took three days to drive home (alone). At the first night's stop, the man who trained me to handle firearms safely (ex-cavalry officer) saw the pistol in the car, inspected it, and made me clean it. He told me to tell my father that the pistol was dirty — I wasn't that dumb, even at sixteen. When I got home, I took the pistol to my father, but he just told me to keep it. Sadly, I traded it for a reissue Colt Single Action Army the following year (when Colt began making them again in the 1950s).