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Unfortunately, my story about my dad does not have a happy ending. My father was a WW II Marine (Saipan, Guam, Okinawa -Purple Heart recipient) who brought home his Model 1911 .45 pistol. When my parents divorced, my father before leaving filled a closet in the den with many of his things (including vintage baseball cards and valuable sports memorabilia from his post war career which I really could be a millionaire now, but that's another story). This was 1966-67 timeframe and sometime in 1968, my mother started going through his boxes while I was at the park playing baseball with my friends. When I got home she exclaimed with horror that she found a gun from the Marines in one of my father's boxes! Where is it? I called the police and they came and got it. My scream upon hearing that is still echoing through time immortal.

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One day I will have to tell you the one about Raymond driving backwards through downtown Beeville like he owned the place! Yikes. It was an adventure...one of MANY through the years. Gotta love the "Dirty Bee". So many good childhood stories.

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