longrangedog
Senior Member
Over 50 years ago a friend and I stopped at a yard sale in Dahlonega. We were both students at North Georgia College and money was tight. My friend picked up a 94 Winchester 30-30 with a $40 price tag. After he examined it we talked. He was broke and all I had was $40. He asked me to buy the rifle for him and he would bring the money to pay me back when he could. I did and, true to his word, he came by later with the $40. We both graduated and lost touch over the years. His wife called recently with bad news involving a terminal cancer diagnosis my friend received a couple weeks ago which prompted me to contact a couple more former classmate friends and pass on the bad news. We decided to make the trip to visit our old buddy. At his house a couple days ago we visited and told stories from our college years and learned more about the difficult treatments ahead for our friend. After lunch we sat at the table while our friend distributed things that he had accumulated over the years. He had a fantastic collection of high end knives and encouraged each of us to select multiple pieces. After the knives he announced another gift but he apologized to the other two buddies because this last gift was for me. His wife walked into the room with the old 30-30 model 94 and handed it to me. I fought back tears as he related the story of the yard sale over 50 years ago.
