A couple of years ago a friend of mine called me and said come out to his house as he had something he thought I might want. When I got there and saw the box I knew then what it was. Jerry called himself a cosmetic surgeon, what he did was remodel houses and often he was asked to clean out the house before he went to work.
My featherweight turned out to be a 221 born August 15, 1940, Just four days before my birthday. I had to clean 40 years of grease and gunk out of it, oiled it and now it runs great.
Sad ending to my story, but Jerry passed away almost 3 weeks ago. I am calling my featherweight Jerry in honor of the person who gave this great gift to me.