Sometimes if you live long enough life is just too strange to be real. The old junker somehow is finding its way back home where it all started. A model Winchester 190 that used to be my brothers. My mother scraped pennies in the 70s to buy me and my brother 22s when we were kids. My brother died in Dallas when he was 22 and I was in the service. I had a childhood best friend in TX. who I went fishing a lot with and we as kids traded tackle and such. I never knew what happened to my friend and lost contact with him when we grew up. He found me last year on Facebook and I haven't seen him in 40years after losing touch. Crazy fool made a business out of what we did as kids, trading tackle and now has his own business in Louisianna. Now the strange part. I was telling him about a 22 I had and he sends me these pictures and said this used to be your brothers gun he traded for before he died. He said he wanted to give it back to me. Its has a broken stock. is missing the feed tube and needs restored. Its not worth much but it means the world to me. It made me cry seeing it remembering my brothers crazy smile when he made a shot with it. I am going to put this puppy back better than it was and I don't care what it costs. I never knew what happened to it after my brother died. Never even thought about again really. It came back home somehow after a 40 year round trip. I don't even know what else to say.