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