My Dad 93, was a bit of a depression era hoarder. That generation can’t help themselves and never want to throw anything away.
We boxed up his basement room with his work shop and filled up a huge dumpster.
In the bottom drawer of a cabinet I found my long lost Benjamin air pistol. I thought I lost it in my college days with all the moving I did. Obviously I brought it back to him but for the life of me I thought I had just left it behind somewhere.
Long story short, here it is…Model 130



