In 1980 a friend who was an immigrant from England, found a shotgun in his apartment.
He only had a green card and was going to throw it away.
I took it.
It was an old rusty Savage break action 20 gauge with broken firing pin.
I put a framing nail in the drill press and filed on it until it fit as a new firing pin.
My brother shot a grouse in the woods at my house, and we ate it.
In 1990 I sold the shotgun.

40 years later, I wish I had kept my "treasure".


There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self. -Ernest Hemingway
The man who makes no mistakes does not usually make anything.-- Edward John Phelps