Y'all thought I was finished, right? Nope. Now that I no longer work nights I get actual real sleep and have time and energy to burn and at the moment I'm watching a couple really smart, really inexperienced new engineers try to figure out why the Dumpsterfire 2000 they deigned and had built won't work for it's intended purpose (or honestly, any other purpose). But hey, it looked cool on paper, sounded good in the sales pitch to people who have never been in the building and what's a few million to overly complicate a nonexistent problem anyway. Anyway, back to the TCP. In my mind I imagine that for many years there was a small room in the back of the Taurus facility where a couple of old timers hand built the little .380, unencumbered by management or all the modern going ons in the rest of the place. They used tools older than they were and in case of spec issues they had the original drawings posted on a wall, opposite from the posters of some fine Brazilian "scenery". Then one day in came the newest management with some big idea guys and the old timers were informed that their product would be moving to the regular assembly area and the room would be remodeled to provide space for the future of the company, the Curve. I imagine them standing up, putting on their hats, fondling one last TCP and taking a good look at the posters on the wall before shaking hands and leaving, never to return. Today they're sitting on a boat somewhere, drinking their morning coffee and deciding whether to fish or anchor close to a beach to watch the "scenery".