Ok, cannot let this one slide (yes, off topic 😉)
This is my Grandfathers Estwing. He passed in the 1970's and was a general contractor in the 1930's in New Jersey. My kid, when he moved out of the nest recently, could not understand why I gave him the "new" hammer from Home Depot and kept the "old beat up" one... I still remember riding around in the back of Grampa Sam's baby-blue Ford Falcon pickup in the late 60's (in the bed, without a seatbelt - the horror! Hell, without a seat, lol) along with his tools while we drove to the local market for a pack of Lucky Strikes. Good times! NOW GET OFF MY LAWN.