The first time I decided I needed to get a table at the Gunmaker's Fair, I was living up here with no phone and no power in the late 1990s, and I figured the best way to get the straight skinny was to simply hit up Chuck directly. So I wrote him a very long and detailed letter, in pencil. Chuck wrote me back an equally long letter, also in pencil, AND made sure to let me know that he appreciated the use of the #2 pencil, which apparently was also his preferred writing implement of choice. He was one $#*! of a guy!