My first handgun was (and still is) a High Standard Sentinel Snub Deluxe.I had just turned 21 and got it in a trade while working as a camp counselor in a Boy Scout camp in 1970. It has suffered long periods of benign neglect as I have , but is still in good shape, and each time it is able to crawl out where I find it and can shoot it. It always seems to say, "I've been right here all along, where have you been?" It's very forgiving and nonjudgemental, but really seems to thrive on attention and outings. "You always remember your first love."
Froggie