Years ago, I answered an ad for a "set of Remington doubles". My Dad and I went out to look. Sure enough, the fellow had a nice trio of Remington 1889s, 10, 12, and 16. Somehow, the condition or the price was unacceptable, so we passed. Many years later, I ended up in the same house to arrange for the Remington guy to marry my first wife and me. My oldest stepdaughter was dating his son. I don't believe I mentioned the Remingtons to him.
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