When I was nine, John, I would have given my right cojone for one. I used to carry a .45ACP round and say, like Pondoro's mate with his .450/.400, that's a nice cartridge!

Then I heard our next-door-neighbour owned a Tommy gun. I never saw it - he was rich and a man of many parts. These days he collects massive windmills and (with a site rental of $10,000 each pa) I wish I had a few of those, too. If I could hear them turning, it would be like listening to money pouring out of a poker machine - even sweeter than the sound of a Chicago piano.