Ten years later, when the old house was sold, the gun wound up in my belongings. The button on the handle worked well for the trigger switch. I even ran the lightbulb up into the scope on top. Of course he was upset, so I did my best to "fix it." So I took my original Star Wars Han Solo pistol and gutted it to hold the soldering gun components. "That was yesterday - you f***ing stole it out of my toolbox." Haha - finders keepers! About 1983, when I was fifteen, I dropped my dad's red Bakelite soldering gun and broke the casing. To me, that day feels like it was just yesterday.
There comes a time in every young man's life when he receives his first soldering iron.
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