My wife and I stop by our favorite gun shop at least once a week since we drive right by on the way to Richmond. Friday afternoon, when we walked in, one of our "regular" clerks says..."I know what you want...You're a revolver guy."
He pulled down a couple to show me, but nothing really caught my eye. Then my wife spoke up and said "What's that one there?" She was pointing at the end of the rack, all off by it's lonesome.
It turned out to be a near mint condition Smith & Wesson Model 10. I say "near mint" only because I don't know enough about such things to spot some small flaw an expert might pick-up on. To me the gun looked like it had just come out of the box.
It was a standard old Model 10-5. A "cop gun" from a bygone era. 4" pencil barrel, square grips, fixed sights. Blueing was as close to perfect as I've seen in a long time. Not a scratch on it. Made in 1969-1970 I've since learned. About the time I was a junior, in high school. There was a time when I laughed at guns like this. They looked quaint and old fashioned. Now I like them because they do look quaint and old fashioned.
I stood there turning it over and over, opened and closed the cylinder a time or two, wiping it off with a cloth. My wife said "That's a nice one isn't it?"..."Yes, it really is" I replied. "Then get it" she said. I hemed and hawed a bit...I've got more guns than I know what to do with really. She said "So? Get it." I looked at the price tag and made an offer. Guy went off, checked the computer, and came back with a counteroffer a few bucks higher than mine. Close enough. Put it on layaway.
I told my wife..."I'm about out of space in the safe as it is." She replied..."Get another safe."
Gotta love this gal. :)