Good morning Anthony, DS. It was the late 50’s Dyker Heights, Brooklyn. I went, with a friend, to by some mats ( a package of 84 firecracker packs ) The, don’t mess with but courteous, adult opened the trunk of his car, possibly mid 50’s Buick, took our money and politely told us to scram. What impressed me at the time and on memory and caused me to refrain from unknown source street buys, was what I saw tucked on the side, yet in full sight, of the trunk. That was the first and last time I had been that close to what looked like a Tommy gun. As always …..