I stopped by my fathers place this morning to drop off some pictures for his service Sunday. And while I was there. Wendy gave me some of his belongings. And while doing so. She pulled out a Stevens Model 87C 22 rifle. This was the rifle my father and I plinked with when I was a kid. I thought he got rid of that years and years ago. It needs a good cleaning. But it excepts and rejects rounds fine. I did not fire it. It will need a good inspection and cleaning first. Either way. It is going on the wall. I ended up crying my eyes out.