Words can hardly express the friendship that has developed as a result of a broken frame on a firearm. I was afraid I’d be marked off as another guy trying to pass off a bad gun. Instead, this guy agrees to a substitute firearm, drives to my location and accepts another firearm without hesitation. This guy then, by circumstances beyond his control, lost the handgun I’d traded him. Fortunately, a few years later, I found another one. He had a Colt I wanted and I had a Kimber identical to what he’s lost. Trade deal made! Trading is so good when both parties are as happy as we were that day. God bless you sir! Best friends for life now.