The late Rex Allen lived near me for many years. My local gunshop took delivery of a highly engraved, inlaid and ivory handled Ruger for him. I heard he was coming down and ran home for a cherry red vinal album of his. He had previously signed it waaaaaaaaaay back during Disney's early years. He saw the album and sadly noted the scotchtaped cover was as beat up as he was. Then he noticed the older autograph and described my mother's dress she wore that day. The ornate Ruger was presented, Mr Allen picked it up and to the crowds horror SPUN the cylinder and bought a box of ammo for it! <img src="/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />