Monkeyleg
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My brothers and I got my parents into assisted living, and are now dealing with all of the stuff they've accumulated over the last 70 years.
There were a couple of guns in the house. One was a Llama 9mm from the 1960's. It was my oldest brother's gun but, after he had a nervous breakdown in 1966, my father hid the pistol in the basement. I've known all these years that it was there, but never tried to find it.
We found it yesterday. It was completely rusted. I couldn't even read the stampings on the slide and everything was practically welded together by the rust.
I thought about busting it up with a sledge hammer, but decided to let the cops do that. So I took it to the cop shop.
It was a worthless piece of metal, but I still feel bad about giving it to the "gubmint."
Why?
There were a couple of guns in the house. One was a Llama 9mm from the 1960's. It was my oldest brother's gun but, after he had a nervous breakdown in 1966, my father hid the pistol in the basement. I've known all these years that it was there, but never tried to find it.
We found it yesterday. It was completely rusted. I couldn't even read the stampings on the slide and everything was practically welded together by the rust.
I thought about busting it up with a sledge hammer, but decided to let the cops do that. So I took it to the cop shop.
It was a worthless piece of metal, but I still feel bad about giving it to the "gubmint."
Why?