Speaking of getting it in the can...
That's a belt from a loooong time ago when I worked for a sheriff's department in a small southern county. Very southern. The green suede lined holster holds a Smith & Wesson Model 19 with target grips. I took this picture when it was all new...the leather so cardboard stiff it squeaked. Only the belt remains. The rest of it sold or given away to friends who stayed deputies.
There was a 10 - code that most civilians were unaware of. Don't know if it's still around. It went like this. Say you pulled someone over for a traffic violation and the driver gave you a hard time. Back then we didn't taser you. But, another cop driving by would always slow down to see if you needed help. Turning to give him the okay -- you would show what kind of 'asshole' you were dealing with by a show of fingers. One being the least offensive asshole with ten fingers representing the king of assholes. A story told many a time was when a local judge, dealing with an irate old lady, looked past her as she complained and saw a wall of cops waiting for their case. The judge looks at the little old lady and holds up ten fingers to the cops.
That's an IPA beer in a tin can. I know it's aluminum but I needed a head line. I've always been in awe of great head lines. When Donald dumped Ivanna, the NY Post ran with, "Donald bounces a Czech." Anyway, Dale's ain't cheap. $18 a 12 pack in NYC but then again a 12 pack of Ballantine is $13...in NYC. You can get it for a lot less outside the city. But Dale's is a perfect city beer. The cans keep it light and easy to carry. The taste? Huge and big with hops. It's like that .357 magnum up there coming out of a .22 Colt Woodsman. A perfect beer for cool autumn afternoons while you tell the '10 - Code for Assholes' story to your buddies. Always popular regardless of political affiliations.