When I moved my dad into the condo from the house, he had some rifles and shotguns that he hadn't used since he had moved to Arizona a decade before. My brother wanted them so he could turn them into fire arms for theatre (as props). They were quite old and historic.
But my father thought that would be terrible to have some actor using his gun (firing pins removed of course). So he traded them for some work done in his garage. It would have been nice to go to "Annie Get your Gun" and see my dad's rifle on stage.
But instead he unloaded them to day-laborers who painted the floor of his garage. And don't even ask about why people paint the floor of their garage. It is a thing here in Arizona. Yet another weird thing in Arizona, painted garage floors.
But my father thought that would be terrible to have some actor using his gun (firing pins removed of course). So he traded them for some work done in his garage. It would have been nice to go to "Annie Get your Gun" and see my dad's rifle on stage.
But instead he unloaded them to day-laborers who painted the floor of his garage. And don't even ask about why people paint the floor of their garage. It is a thing here in Arizona. Yet another weird thing in Arizona, painted garage floors.