Aside from his brothers, the Holocaust wiped out my father’s side of the family. He arrived in New York City with a suitcase and . . . that’s it. Over the next six decades he owned one firearm: a Winchester side-by-side shotgun. It was stolen during a burglary and never replaced. Mom was a South African immigrant and as anti-gun as you wanna be (or not). So the only gun-related family relic I own is shown above: a box of Remington shotgun shells. Which means that the most important gun in my collection is the one I wear on my hip. But I bet some of you have family heirlooms that you treasure, or a firearm you purchased that has enormous sentimental value. Spill. What’s the most important – in terms of sentimentality – gun in your collection?