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Julie VognarI tried to fictionalize this as a story, but it was too much trouble, and never came out right, and I didn't know how to end it. SO: A man with whom I shared some interests and I were chatting one day from opposite sends of the country, and I responded to his hobby question that I collected baseball cards. He said he thought his wife had some she didn't want. She got on the phone, I started talking money, and she said "I never want to see them again in my life." Said she picked them up at a flea market. A month later, the '69 and '70 Topps, un-picked over, arrived. I thanked them profusely. Three months later, I found out that in 1971, the couple's son had committed suicide so he didn't have to fight in Vietnam. I could go on, but that's the bare bones....