That's the one that looks like a cowboy when you open it up, right? Walks into a saloon with a bowlegged gait. Steps up to the bar and says, "Redeye." Adjusts the hog-leg in his holster a little, since nobody ever walked into a bar in a western and DIDN'T get into a shootout. Or ride a stagecoach without being in a holdup. Or maybe end up playing tag with a group of yipping arrow shooting hostility on horseback. One of these would make a swell kid's play pretty. I'm thinking of bringing back the 1950's term for something desirable. Swell. Best wishes. G
I am enjoying this thread. I am now 71 yo and just learned that a pair of gloves prevents splinters, mostly.