I Did Not Shoot My Eye Out And I Like What I SeePosted: April 1, 2013
Yesterday, I was at my parents place for dinner.
Here is where the story goes back in time to the part that is spookily like the movie A Christmas Story.
Lets Go Back To 1969
When I was in third grade, my dad got a new job. His first assignment was in Charleston, West Virginia. There were a lot of differences between Charleston and my previous home, Hoboken, New Jersey. Differences like I could play outside and I couldn’t see Manhattan. I was a kid, so I adapted and made friends.
One of the friends I made had a bb gun. I thought that was the coolest thing ever. What’s the best way to get the coolest stuff when you’re a kid? Ask for it for Christmas.
Well, that worked. My dad bought me a bb gun and put it under the tree. I later learned he did it over the objection of my mom and grandparents. It wasn’t just any bb gun, it was a double barrel gun. Even the coolest kid in the neighborhood had never heard of such a thing until I showed him my Daisy Model 21 Double Barrel bb gun.
My father showed me how to use it in the back yard. I used it to knock over cans and bottles across the yard. I never fired it toward any animals and I did not shoot my eye out.
Here comes the part where the story returns to yesterday.
Welcome Back To 2013
My mother kept pretty strict control of the gun from the moment it entered our lives. How strict? I’m fifty-one years old. I’ve been a police officer for twenty-eight years. I am a hostage negotiator. I’m very familiar with all sorts of weapons and I’ve never shot anyone’s eye out. If responsible me wants to see that bb gun, I have to do it at my parents house.
So my nephew was shooting the gun at some cans. He’s a senior in high school, older than I was when I got the gun, and a good kid. Because he is all those things and a grandson, he knows where the bb gun is in my mother’s house. As I walked out to join him, someone mentioned how old the gun was and wondered what it was worth.
A quick net search gave me the answer. The gun was only produced for two years and is sought after by collectors. I’ve found it for sale on the internet between $600 and $850. I’m certain that my dad didn’t drop $850 on it in 1969. I still haven’t found an original price for the gun, but I can’t imagine it was more than $25.
That’s a pretty good return on investment. I’ll have to get my hands back on that thing one of these days.
I’m going to get my nephew to help me get it. I’m not allowed to touch it without asking.