So I got a response from an ad I placed in a city about 2 hrs away from me.
Seller: "Hey want to buy base ball cards late 50s early late 90s?"
Me: "I prefer the older ones 1950s-1960s. Where you located?"
Seller: "West Tulsa. Whats ur number and I will cal you."
Me: I gave him my number and he left a voice mail saying he had a Steve Garvey from 1948 and some other stuff that didn't make much sense. It's obviously a young boy about 12 years old on the phone. I emailed him back and told him Garvey was born in 1948 so he's probably just looking at the back of the card incorrectly.
Seller: "Can you come look at baseball cards?"
Me: "I would if you weren't 2 hours away."
The whole interaction made me smile and just brought me back to a simpler time. Oh how I wish I was 12 again and could have told him I would be right over on my bike. I can vividly remember how excited I got about cards when I was growing up. When we were kids growing up collecting cards and we didn't have any other care in the world. It was great! No job, no bills, no car payments, no stressers in life. Just fun and just cards! Those were great times
It was really neat for such a young kid today to hear his excitement and enthusiasm for collecting. How many 12 years old have heard of Steve Garvey?
The whole thing made my day
