I have a 1927 Colt “1903” .32 automatic with low miles and it works like an extremely high quality new pistol. My dad had some really nice spoons. When I was younger, ha had a “Dirty Harry” S&W .44 Magnum in his desk at work. His office was on 16th and Park Ave for people who know Mpls and they had a full bar in the basement for winding down after work. I remember his young associate telling me a story in the mid-‘70s of coming upstairs from the bar and he heard my dad yelling at someone. He figured that he was going off on me, (logical at the time), but when he got to the 2nd floor, my dad had some guy proned-out on the floor at gunpoint with the Magnum. The guy was begging for his life…nothing like a pissed-off, Irish, Korean War veteran pointing that cannon at you, lol…
My dad showed it to me once and asked me if I’d ever heard of a “victimless crime?” He said that when you shoot someone with this thing, they vanish in a pink mist. No victim.
He was a character.