Originally Posted by
DJ Niner
When I used to walk home from Junior High school, the normal route took me through the local mall, where one of the anchor stores was Montgomery Wards. At least twice a week, I would press my greasy little nose tight against the glass display case full of S&W magnum revolvers. Mostly big 'ol N-frames, they would beckon to me, and I was helpless to resist their call. Finally, one of the older clerks noticed my rapt attention.
"Want to handle one of those, sonny?"
"Would I!"
He showed me how to release the cylinder and check it for ammo, taught me not spin or slam it closed, and even let me dry-fire a few shots at a target they had hanging on the wall, just for that purpose. I was in heaven. I don't think the man ever knew what it meant to a kid who would never have been exposed to a handgun in any other way. Maybe he did know; heck, maybe that's the same way he got started. I'd like to think so, anyway.
I popped in as usual on one fine fall day, and was shocked to see the gun counter dark, all the display lights turned off. I drifted aimlessly around the area until I spotted the old clerk, and then he told me the bad news. Someone had distracted the weekend sporting goods manager, and while he was away, a couple of guys broke the doors on the case and cleaned out all of those shiny S&W magnums. Took 'em all, every one (a dozen, maybe?). The store never re-stocked them, stopped carrying handguns altogether, and within a year, no guns or ammo at all. About broke my heart. Had to go and find a REAL gunshop to hang out in after that, so there WAS a silver lining in that cloud after all!
Memories...