When I was growing up, men fought with switchblades. Too much drink mixed with a bump or a slight would draw out the switchblades on many a Saturday night at juke joints in the South.…
Uncovering Our History Through The Relics Left Behind
You couldn’t miss the large metal ball with the black pockmarked surface speckled with shades of tan. Neither could you get past the three green stickers plastered on it. It was obvious to me as an auction regular…
The gun crowd hadn’t arrived yet. They still had at least two hours to go before the firearms auction was to get started. The auction house opened the door to the gun room for the…