1910

About a 100 years ago, my grandfather sat in a park in St. Louis, reading a newspaper.  He would have been in his 20’s, working as a commercial artist.  A frazzled man running at full speed came into view.  Spotting Gramps, he stopped short.  Out of breath and with a wild look in his eyes, he asked “Wanna buy a gun?”  “No”, Gramps calmly replied.  “Real cheap…ah…25 cents”, the man blurted.  Relieved of his murder weapon, the man ran off with a shiny quarter in his pocket.

So there’s that.

I own just one item related to my Grandfather, a pen & ink advertisement, probably around the time of his arms dealing:

In the lower left, built into the shading is his sig: TJNeill

Ah, check this out.  Me in my 20’s, lookin all 1910:

Yep, I invented retro.