A memory
When I was still in High School, my Dad took up woodworking. Additionally, he was a lifetime railroad man. In the old days, tickets were hung vertically inside lockable cabinets based on the number of stops.. a ticket for each stop as I remember. As technology progressed, these cabinets were no longer needed and he was able to acquire one. We worked on it and made it into a gun cabinet of sorts. Below are two pictures, one with the cabinet closed and one open with some weapons on display. It's a fond memory.
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M H Davis
COL USA Retired
NRA Benefactor
COTEP CCO0617
Eufaula, Alabama
Isaiah 6:8-10. 8 Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, "Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?" And I said, "Here am I. Send me!"
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