"Alex, your grandpa had some cool s**t!" I exclaimed, examining the World War 2 era infantry helmet I had dug out of the bottom of a wooden chest.
"Yeah, he kept a lot of interesting junk." Alex replied, sifting through another box. We were in Alex's attic, looking through all the things his grandpa had collected and stored up there. He had apparently fought in World War 2, and was also a major pack rat. Alex and his family was shifting to Texas because his mother had some family back there and they were getting rid of all the things that they were not going to be taking there.
"Hey, Lenny, check this out!" Alex said, holding up an old pair of army issue binoculars.
"Do they work?" I asked skeptically.
"Yeah, check it out!" He replied, handing them to me. I peered through the lenses at
