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good afternoon , just got back form the gunshow and the book dealer was not there looking for a internet gun book dealer , please advise as these are for christmas and you help and assitance would be greatly appreciated, many thanks rj
 

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I've had good luck with Amazon. They do business with some gun book specialists. Otherwise try Ray Riling Arms Books website.
Good luck.
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......Growing up in a small town called Highland Park, I first experienced Rutgers Gun, Book and Boat Center when I was in kindergarten.....When my mother was president of the PTA; The shop always had a stacked trailer of Grumman canoes out front, with a Suburban bearing the vanity tag: "Books88." One year, she was in charge of soliciting for the school's "Chinese Auction." She made it a point to visit *every* shopkeeper along Route 27-Or: "Raritan Avenue" as we knew it in those days.

And as a child, the most *feared* shop was a solo brick building-A former DeSoto dealership, with wire and picket fencing in its windows. There were old advertisements stuck in the pickets for aqualung, Grumman, diving supplies and of course-Guns.

On the playground, we noted it was like Wonka: "Nobody ever goes in-And nobody ever comes out!"

I can only hope the reader can imagine the feeling as a five-year-old when my mother opened the door-An old-fashioned "press" lock.....And how white I was with trepidation as I clung to her skirt as I entered the most feared territory known to a child.....No sooner had the door opened when I heard the feared sound-The one that every child on the playground claimed would be the last sound a person would hear.....At least at Irving School.....

".....RUTTTTTT-GERRRRRRSSSSS!"

I won't swear to it, but I think that in that moment in time, I would experience the last time I'd crap my pants since toddlerhood.

An elderly gentleman leaned over the counter. He was wearing a yellow short-sleeve unbuttoned shirt, black trousers, Bausch and Lomb "Brow" glasses" from the '40's, with dignified gray hair parted to the right. That was my first meeting with Mark Aziz.

....Mark was generous; He donated more than a few things, and complimented my mother for actually stopping by. One of the books he donated was: "The History of Colt Revolvers from 1836."

The book *still* remains in my library.

Fast-Forward. I was a curious child, and made it a point to stop and visit the curious old fellow who piqued my interest-And he *always* had time to talk. Even about the hand-painted bust his wife Gale had painted.....Standing out amongst Robert E. Lee cased revolvers. When I bought my first fake ID? He was the first to call: "Bullshit." Dialing his rotary phone and explaining to my mother that I was using my paper route money and a fake ID bought at the flea market to try to buy antique rifles. I got my ass beaten. But I loved the man.

Over the span of 12-years, we talked. About his books. About his contributions to Flaydermann's. About owning a Harmon Fife Rifle. He put my first Colt in my hand-Under my father's name. He was truly a mentor.

I moved to Cape May. One day, I yearned to talk to the old fellow again.

I drove almost three hours-Only to find the shop was closed.

That wasn't his normal hours. I was worried-I called a noted gun collector in Middlesex County, who informed me that Mark was alive and well-But had reduced his hours as he approached 90. He also informed me that he'd told him that I would be calling.

I dialed the number.....732-545 (Let's see who remembers the rest!) A wavering voice answered: "RUTTTTT-GERRRS!"

"Mark-It's me!" I responded.

"Still have that Colt?" He answered. Sharp as a tack.

"Still got it-I got my permit, and Dad sold it to me for a buck."

"You know, there's a story about that gun."

"Will you be there Tuesday?"

"After 12."

"I'm gonna get in trouble for taking the day off at work-Don't disappoint me!"

"I won't."

I drove 3-hours north, back into my old familiar neighborhood. The canoes were no longer there-The: "Books88" Suburban was.

I pressed the lock. It opened. Sitting on a stool, Mark looked the same-Albeit older. My fingers touched the racks of rifles by the door. Everything from Japanese Arisakas to '03 Springfield Parade guns. The book racks were still there, as was the painted bust by his wife in the rightmost case. Next to the stocks, if anyone remembers-And God, I hope people do.....

I shook his hand. I would've hugged him if I felt it was appropriate.

We talked. He told me he was coming close to 92.....I told him: "Hah! You'll piss on my grave!" He laughed. We talked for about two hours. About "Camel Guns," history, books and the like. He invited me over to his leftmost case. "I think you'll like this gun." He said. "And if you don't have a permit, tell the department to hurry up!"

I almost cried. I thought he was telling me something. He reached into the case-Only he lacked the finger dexterity to open the slide. For the first time in my life, he said: "Come back here-And help me with this."

I never opened the half-door that separated him from the world. I hopped over it, almost knocking the same rotary phone and charge card roller over. He was smiling, and handed me my first .45.

"Remington-Second World War vintage." I pulled back the slide-And in his defense? It was poorly oiled and a bit corroded.

After establishing the chamber was empty, I never asked Mark the price-He had his ways, and I would never disagree. $500.00 later, plus NICS, tax and a lock, Mark said to me: "You can give that to *your* son."

At the time, I never *dreamed* of having children.

A few days later, I received a phone call at work. It was from Mark. He explained to our operator: "I've known Rob since he was a little boy-He just bought a gun from me, and I couldn't read the second from last number on the .45-Would you mind having him call me back and verifying the last five digits?"

I called him back. It was the last time I'd ever speak to him. At the end of the phone call, I remember ending it with: "....Love ya, Mark-And thanks for everything." He laughed and said: "That's a bit much."

I don't regret those last words a day in my life. He was an amazing collector, historian, scholar, and most importantly, in the days before the internet? A person who believed in celebrating and researching *history.* Not just "Old Iron." I miss him to this day.
 

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Yes, thanks for sharing with us. Great memories.
 
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......I can only hope the ebay seller you're referencing may be Mark's children/grandchildren.....Based on the URL you provided, "88" is something that I'll chuckle about-And anyone who knew Mark? Will attest to what that specific number meant. It was honestly random and simple. I think that I'll start a thread-To anyone in the gun collecting world that was enriched by the man, had the opportunity to meet him, and instead of being drawn into the world of: "Plastic Semiautos," was given an education on the world of SAA's, New Services, 1911's and Detective Specials. "Is this some kind of joke?" I'm sorry-Yes, I *did* just join this forum. Please clarify your comment.
 

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......I can only hope the ebay seller you're referencing may be Mark's children/grandchildren.....Based on the URL you provided, "88" is something that I'll chuckle about-And anyone who knew Mark? Will attest to what that specific number meant. It was honestly random and simple. I think that I'll start a thread-To anyone in the gun collecting world that was enriched by the man, had the opportunity to meet him, and instead of being drawn into the world of: "Plastic Semiautos," was given an education on the world of SAA's, New Services, 1911's and Detective Specials. "Is this some kind of joke?" I'm sorry-Yes, I *did* just join this forum. Please clarify your comment.
When I click on the link dfariswheel posted I get a Chinese webpage.
 

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......I can only hope the ebay seller you're referencing may be Mark's children/grandchildren.....Based on the URL you provided, "88" is something that I'll chuckle about-And anyone who knew Mark? Will attest to what that specific number meant. It was honestly random and simple. I think that I'll start a thread-To anyone in the gun collecting world that was enriched by the man, had the opportunity to meet him, and instead of being drawn into the world of: "Plastic Semiautos," was given an education on the world of SAA's, New Services, 1911's and Detective Specials. "Is this some kind of joke?" I'm sorry-Yes, I *did* just join this forum. Please clarify your comment.
Rob.... I think that kenhwind was refering to the fact that when you click on dfariswheel's link, that you are taken to a Chinese website, which seems to be a blog regarding e-commerce. I don't think he was talking about your post.
 
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......Growing up in a small town called Highland Park, I first experienced Rutgers Gun, Book and Boat Center when I was in kindergarten.....

Great story. Thanks!

I dealt with Rutgers from the 1980s to early/mid 90s. Always great service and they were very knowledgeable about the contents of the books if I had any questions. Sometimes when reading one of my gun books I bought from them I'll see the little sticker they always put inside the back flap, "Rutger's Book Center." Brings a smile to my face about the pre Amazon and internet days :).

John Gross
 
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