SackOHammers
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- Mar 21, 2011
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I've gone back and forth on this in my mind and have finally decided to post about it. Sometimes this just burns me up. So I guess I'm here to vent. And maybe get some suggestions.
A couple years ago I lost my grandfather. Before he died, he kept telling me how much he wanted me to have his Luger. We was in World War II as you can probably guess. I don't have any pictures, but to me, it didn't look like what I imagined a luger would. It looked... simpler.
He told me that this was a "pre war" luger. I have no idea how old it was. But all the parts had the last two digits of the serial number stamped on it. Including the mags. It was Very clean and in great shape.
Well, I lived on the other side of the country from ol' Grandpa and his health wasn't doing that well. But, my sister up there helped take care of him. He also had nurses that came out to his house everyday to take care of him. "Home Health". Well, later, after he died, we discovered that some of those bastards stole checks off the bottom of his checkbooks and wrote checks. Also, one of the bastards stole Grandpa's luger.
We filed a police report with the worthless village police department (small town in Michigan). He wasn't really interested in doing anything about it. We knew the gun was registered with the State Police (or whomever keeps those records). Grandpa was pretty particular about making sure his firearms were registered. The police chief was too darn lazy to bother to contact the state police to have them look up the serial number. When we called, he said he was always too busy. This went on for months. Sometimes my sister would see him parked somewhere around town.. yacking it up with the locals. And he'd make up some excuse. After being hounded once every several weeks or months, he finally got combative and told us to leave it alone, he'll get to it when he's ready.... and he would make it a point to let us know he hadn't contacted the State Police yet.
Well, my sister pretty much gave up on it. And I did as well... living so far away and figuring it was probably gone forever anyway.
So, its been about 3 years now. And some undeserving soul has a really cool heirloom that belongs to me. And the local Barney Fife is uninterested in doing anything about it.
Thanks for listening to me gripe.
Hammers
A couple years ago I lost my grandfather. Before he died, he kept telling me how much he wanted me to have his Luger. We was in World War II as you can probably guess. I don't have any pictures, but to me, it didn't look like what I imagined a luger would. It looked... simpler.
He told me that this was a "pre war" luger. I have no idea how old it was. But all the parts had the last two digits of the serial number stamped on it. Including the mags. It was Very clean and in great shape.
Well, I lived on the other side of the country from ol' Grandpa and his health wasn't doing that well. But, my sister up there helped take care of him. He also had nurses that came out to his house everyday to take care of him. "Home Health". Well, later, after he died, we discovered that some of those bastards stole checks off the bottom of his checkbooks and wrote checks. Also, one of the bastards stole Grandpa's luger.
We filed a police report with the worthless village police department (small town in Michigan). He wasn't really interested in doing anything about it. We knew the gun was registered with the State Police (or whomever keeps those records). Grandpa was pretty particular about making sure his firearms were registered. The police chief was too darn lazy to bother to contact the state police to have them look up the serial number. When we called, he said he was always too busy. This went on for months. Sometimes my sister would see him parked somewhere around town.. yacking it up with the locals. And he'd make up some excuse. After being hounded once every several weeks or months, he finally got combative and told us to leave it alone, he'll get to it when he's ready.... and he would make it a point to let us know he hadn't contacted the State Police yet.
Well, my sister pretty much gave up on it. And I did as well... living so far away and figuring it was probably gone forever anyway.
So, its been about 3 years now. And some undeserving soul has a really cool heirloom that belongs to me. And the local Barney Fife is uninterested in doing anything about it.
Thanks for listening to me gripe.
Hammers