In the fifties he ran a bar in North Carolina IIRC. He would carry two Colt Commanders with the grip safeties deactivated by rubber bands, hammers cocked, safeties on. If asked “Isn't that dangerous” he would reply “You damn betcha”. Occasionally, he would pull one or both out and fire a coupla rounds into the ceiling, which was related to be not quite as reckless as it sounds since he was the only person who lived upstairs.
I really can't remember the source. My best guess is an early sixties copy of “Guns” or, same time frame, one of those “Guns and Ammo” Quarterlies or the Specials they used to do (such as “Jeff Cooper on Handguns”).