I am looking at flintlocks this morning. I am looking but not seeing. I clearly don’t have one of those mechanical brains where you can take one look at something and get how it works. And I’m frustrated at the old reference books Jim has, with their muddy black and white photographs. We have 10 items on the table that we have not yet matched up to anything in the database of cryptic old receipts. I feel like I’m on “Sesame Street” playing “which one of these things is not like the other?” Slowly… slowly… I will puzzle it out.