First of all, the revolver I bought was made in Spain and was $100 cheap even during the Nineties. Recall a saying~~"You get what you pay for."
No reflection on your friend, but secondly I paid can't remember how much to have the hammer fixed at a gun store. That hammer seized back up again after very little time passed.
Decided not to throw good money after bad and made a display out of it since it came with a stand.

I have a friend outside Indianapolis who could repair the revolver. He just finished a new hammer for his matchlock. Beautiful workmanship. He's a stickler for originality.

You're not alone in the repairables situation.
5 years ago a sledding "incident" (mega jump with a bad landing) from 197....5 took it's toll. L5-S1 discectomy.
My right leg disappeared one day while carrying a 100# chunk of steel across the shop floor. Had a left inguinal hernia from a year before. Time for the repair shop.

When a Marine says: Pain is my friend.... I get it. As long as I can live independent I'm good. No nursing or hospice for this kid. I'm planning a privately built rocket exit/burial from my back yard when it is time to go. Gonna need some youngsters to help set up the live feed cameras. Wheeeeee! BOOM!

That's great. I took one direction with my health and my father took a different tact. His way killed him, really. So be it. I'm now struggling with damage to my body from football. It's a real thing. 55 now and am concerned. May be getting more titanium and/or stainless in the near future....not if I can hold out longer. My folks only know football and track so that's what I did. Boy, do I wish they were golfers! haha....

Stay out of trouble out there Commander...

OK. Me dino thought you were just fooling about.

Before PCs, I researched Civil War guns I found to be quite aesthetic in The Good, The Bad and The Ugly. I was shocked to learn full metal jacket bullets were not loaded into revolvers of that period. I did see photo examples of conversion to cartridges of cap and ball revolvers that appeared AFTER the Civil War. Removed were the hinged loading devices that packed powder and then a lead ball into each chamber before a percussion cap was put on the other end.
I mentioned that to a college creative writing teacher a few years later after I got out of the Marines. He told me people would not care,
Well, I care. I try not when to write Schiff unless its obvious I'm just fooling around~~such as blowing myself up with my own constructed Holy Hand Grenade Of Antioch.
Oh, then one fine day I also learned that dynamite used to blow up a bridge during a battle in that movie had not even been invented yet.

I have tapped it a half dozen times and it shows a map of my area. Lol that’s technology I suppose when it’s accessing money as digital currency it will work splendidly.

No, that's a map of the Greater Birmingham, England.

As late as 2010, my cousin would have 100 and 200 pound lots of powder shipped to his house. Had a 2" smoothe bore, Napoleon, 10#, 20# and 30# Parot fieldpieces. The last 4 confirmed Gettysburg history.
Cousin has been on the reenactment field with mccannon for a couple of "campaigns". They've never met as far as I know.

That’s a map of the Twin Cities?

Me dino used to have a working percussion Civil War Navy Colt that took forever to load (or why officers also had sabers) and I fired a few times. Now that the hammer is jammed, it's a living room display.
Point I'm getting to is back during the Nineties I actually had gunpowder mailed to me. Now I see all I have to do is go for a drive in my area to construct my own Holy Hand Grenade Of Antioch to give myself a big sendoff.
https://www.bing.com/maps?&ty=17&q=bu...

I'm hoping I have enough memory, or a little help reminding me where I put the video, for my funeral rocket.
If I do this right, I'll need to be identified by DNA only.

The beauty of our family relationships: No unfinished business. Nothing left unsaid or undone of real mortal, caring acts.
How liberating. No regrets, only happiness left.
thanks much

The beautiful lyrics here...

Listen, everyone
The time will come when all of us say goodbye
Feel that aching in your heart
Leaving you broken inside
But we're never really gone
As long as there's a memory in your mind

So now go do the best things in life
Take a bite of this world while you can
Make the most of the rest of your life
Make a ride of this world while you can

Take the ones you love
And hold them close because there is little time
And don't let it break your heart
I know it feels hopeless sometimes
But they're never really gone
As long as there's a memory in your mind

So now go do the best things in life
Take a bite of this world while you can
Make the most of the rest of your life
Make a ride of this world while you can
And hold on to memories

Hold on to every moment
To keep them alive
The world's greatest tragedy
Souls who are not remembered
Cannot survive

So now go do the best things in life
Bring the fight to this world while you can
Make the most of the rest of your life
Shine your light on this world while you can
And hold on to memories

Hold on to every moment
To keep them alive
The world's greatest tragedy
Souls who are not remembered
Cannot survive
And hold on to memories

Hold on to every moment
To keep them alive
The world's greatest tragedy
Souls who are not remembered
Cannot survive (cannot survive)

Thanks Carl. Just returned from writing the obit with my mom and sister.
One of the items I thought to include: It's never a bad thing to be late to your funeral.
My sister just looked at me blinkin like a toad in a hailstorm.....so that will not be published. LOL!

I've lived one of the most healthy lives a person may. My dad broke the box of conformity....I followed.
One of the best themes of our relationship: I love you dearly....and I like you more!

Condolences to you and family. One is never prepared but remembering "the moments," the good times, and all that was instilled, will hopefully bring you some peace. Time will be your friend and just take one day at a time.

Hope I have such a clear mind when my end comes. We're all gonna die anyways.
I've survived several close calls that could have taken me out.
About some things, my memory is not as sharp as it used to be. Where did I put that cane? Here we go again! Damn cane!
I'm close for behind Biden's age but not anywhere as far gone.

Anther perfect song, and I thank you.

The only possible regrets come from those outside now. And I offer this, of all places, from the band Disturbed.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8SCCq...

So....this is how hospice began.
Dad's been pretty uncomfortable for the past 8 months. Physical pain and the isolation due to hearing loss.
Two months ago he decides, quite coherently, this is it, I'm done, and proceeded to the medicine cabinet. There is the bottle of Prednisone. He takes all three pills that are left and consumes. Nothing except feeling a bit less pain ensues. Yet, he's of a mind that it's all over and gets frustrated to the point my mom calls me over. He's so cute in this ignorance. My sister is due to arrive the next day as things were.

We have a very cogent discussion and honor dad's wish to expire. Hospice begins, quite surprisingly to the intake nurses, that they are dealing with an alert human being. We honor the life by not extending the pain or sufferance, and the temerity of my dad to reason ably face his end. No unfinished business, no regrets, no wailing or gnashing of teeth.

Only one decision left. Are his ashes interred in the garden or not?

Aw-geeze, we might have to break out the Lutefisk out of season.

What a great legacy! Commander, having lost my dad a few years ago, I still have that special place tucked away for all the love and memories, but I try to live as he did--with courage and curiosity, respect for those who have earned it and no regrets. Your father will always be a part of you, and you are his living legacy. Peace and joy to you and your family as you celebrate his life.

I can relate, Commander.
When my mother died, she had advanced Alzheimer's when another stroke blessed her with an end to it all. When I got up close to her in an open coffin, I kind of lost it, though.
My father's senility became very intense as he neared 100 years of age. He had to be shown a group family photo so he could recognize any of his five sons and other close relatives. He died of lung cancer in a hospice one day short of his 99th birthday.
No, he never smoked.
A feeling of relief came with the passing of both my parents.

Yes - the have it right in NOLA. Second line dance all the way with fun erals. They celebrate life with music, food, and beverages.