Tear pistol, oh do please elaborate.
Not sure they still make ‘em, but he had tear gas cartridges that looked like blank .22 ammo. After football practice I had a habit of soaking in a hot tub and doze. We had a one bathroom home with two sisters and he tired of yelling at me to get out. He shot the the rounds (2) onto the tiles over my head.
Now just for fun, he would put cherry bombs or silver salutes outside my bedroom window using a cigarette as the ignition timer. He could be sitting in his lounger and listen to me scream after the explosion. I wasn’t the only victim.
Dad rode the bus to work and would do the same thing to the old men who sat and whittled outside the 2nd National Bank in Ashland. The bus had a timing stop in front of the bank which gave him time to place a cherry bomb and cigarette timer behind a column and be back on the bus before it exploded. Old men, pigeons and bank guards would scatter.