On 4/13/1880, my paternal grandfather, Marion Ferrell, was born. I wear his first name with honor, knowing the Irish meaning. The Gaelic is Merrion, which means “brave man.”
On 4/13/2019, I – his grandson, first son of his youngest son, my father, Earl Ferrell – purchased a Ruger 380 pocket pistol. (The “long-suffering” Mrs. Appalachian Irishman was with me.) The purchase was to replace the Ruger that I had bought on 7/28/2012.
On 3/29/2016, the TN Highway Patrol held that first pistol, for safe keeping, at their Knoxville location – due to the 18-year-old, uninsured female, who failed to yield to my right of way and almost killed me on that date.
The TN Highway Patrol called me a few times, to remind me that my old Ruger LCP 380 was at their Knoxville location – for me to re-acquire at any time that I wished to do so, up to one year. After one year, the TN Highway Patrol stated that they would destroy my old Ruger.
In early March of 2017, a TN Highway Patrol officer had called me and stated that they would be glad to hold my old Ruger, even over a year, if I wished to call them, before 3/29/2017, to make the proper arrangements. I thanked the very kind and understanding officer for her time. I never called to extend the pick up, due to all the “fun” in life. I had assumed that the TN Highway Patrol had destroyed my old Ruger. Later, I learned that my old Ruger may have become a backup weapon for an officer.
The last time that I had “pulled a trigger” was on 3/25/2016, Good Friday. I was at the homeplace. Steve (a lifelong friend), Monnie (neighbor), and I did some target shooting. We had a great day!
Good Friday is on 4/19/2019. What do you think that I plan to do, for the first time, since 3/25/2016?
Enjoy the photo of my purchase today!