Funny, the very first one is the only one from childhood I still have. Was walking down the hall in grade school and saw a kid slam his locker shut and hurl something at the floor. Walking past it, saw that it was a pasteboard card of a ballplayer i had never heard of. In fact, I had never heard of baseball cards at the age of seven. But, something about the tools of ignorance, the name Robinson and the sadness of his situation made me pocket the find. Studying the back of the card brought the realization that there were whole sets of cards that were issued every year. I stashed Mr. Robinson in a photo album where he remained until I found it more than 30 years later in my mother's remnants. She had tossed all of my other cards, but missed that one.
