Cotis
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I am fortunate to live in a small neighborhood with a bunch of great neighbors. One of them is a really nice older lady across the street - Karen (yes, her name really is Karen). She is a widower and I help her out with house projects any time she asks. During the Covid lockdown of 2020 she saw me working outside and walked over to ask me a favor. Her daughter and grandson were coming to live with her for a while and she had a "loaded pistol in a lockbox" that she wanted out of the house. She wanted me to break into the lockbox and keep the pistol at my house in my safe. Naturally I said "no problem" so she returned after a few minutes with some cheap Costco type safe about the size of a large shoebox. BTW don't trust those things for anything more than a storage box, I picked the lock in less than 30 seconds. Inside the box were some papers she wanted along with a pistol rug. Inside the rug was a beautiful loaded model 19-3. She told me that she and her husband purchased the revolver new in the late 1970s and took it to a range on Friday nights a few times. She estimated that it has had less than two boxes of shells through it.
I completely disassembled the revolver and cleaned it thoroughly. I snapped this photo of it in 2020, it is sitting on a large cedar column that I was planing down and refinishing at the time. I offered to purchase it from her for whatever price she wanted, telling her honestly what it was worth. She wants to keep it in the family and pass it down to her son (he lives in San Francisco so I doubt that will ever happen
) which I totally understand.
The revolver is still in my safe, close to four years later. I ask her every six months if she wants it back and she always says "do you mind continuing to store it for me?". No problem. I took it out today and wiped it down admiring it. I REALLY wish I owned it, but I am content to be its steward and help out a wonderful neighbor. So close yet so far...
I completely disassembled the revolver and cleaned it thoroughly. I snapped this photo of it in 2020, it is sitting on a large cedar column that I was planing down and refinishing at the time. I offered to purchase it from her for whatever price she wanted, telling her honestly what it was worth. She wants to keep it in the family and pass it down to her son (he lives in San Francisco so I doubt that will ever happen
) which I totally understand. The revolver is still in my safe, close to four years later. I ask her every six months if she wants it back and she always says "do you mind continuing to store it for me?". No problem. I took it out today and wiped it down admiring it. I REALLY wish I owned it, but I am content to be its steward and help out a wonderful neighbor. So close yet so far...
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