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I used to visit my grandparents in this small town near Memphis (next to Covington TN) called Brighton. Like a one red-light town. My mom's stepfather (Grandaddy Robbins...where I got my name) had all of these guns in his garage...he was the opposite of me I guess but a really great man from what I remember and how others in my family refer to him.
Once he took me around his Tennessee environs in this Chevy Camino...the one that looked like a sawed off station wagon. He had his pistol in a holster next to his left leg under the dash. He loved buying guns at pawn shops from what I remember.
It never really dawned on me until later in life that I was named after her stepfather instead of her real dad... I always sort of wonder about that but maybe she could not really remember her dad raising her.
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