I entered the danger zone again this afternoon ... one of my local gun stores ... just to look around. Sitting in the revolver case was a pristine Model 36, so blue, it was black and they were asking $350 for it. It had brand new looking Pachmayr grips with the original wooden grips next to it. I fondled it, inspected it, and was this close to reaching for my checkbook. The clerk said that an older gentleman had come in the day before and wanted to sell it. He never used it and needed money more than a gun. The store got busy and I put it down and picked it up again. Keep in mind that I've bought three revolvers in the last month, the most recent a S&W M&P Model of 1905 4th Change that I just picked up on Wednesday. I resisted and said I'd be back another time. It really is a sickness. As I pulled out of the parking lot, I called a good friend who has been looking for something just that size. I described it to him and told him to take the S&W 40 cal auto he wasn't enjoying. Twenty minutes later he IMed a cellphone photo of the little gun with the message "Guess what". He made a trade and was happy as a clam at high tide. If he hadn't bought it, I would have. The good part for me is that I'll get to shoot it the next time we head to the range, but I'm still kicking myself a little.