[clydepepper]

A few weeks ago, my brother and his wife came to town (they live in an Atlanta 'burb) along with my (half)sister from Utah.

I live alone and my condo is set up that way...just this side of being agoraphobic. In short, I'm not very skilled as a host.


Well, big brother prevailed upon me to show off some of my collection:

I went off to my secret hiding place and brought back one of my fire-proof safes.


There are 69 high-dollar cards in that safe and many of them have good stories behind either the player or the actual card.

As I expounded on each, I did not see any eyes rolling and heard no heavy sighs.


Whenever I discuss my cards to someone 'outside' the hobby, I try to explain that I'm attracted to the fact that each card is like a tiny time capsule; a unique slice of history.


My three guests, all being of the baby-boomer generation appreciated that note as much as the rich details I laid on them so very skillfully.


I do my best to stay away from those who don't appreciate history, especially those who refuse to learn from it.


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