The one that stands out to me was in the late summer of 1978. We lived in a small town in northern Michigan and shortly after I turned 12 that July I rode my Huffy down to the corner store and picked up a wax pack of Topps baseball cards. I sat on the bench outside and opened the pack and there it was...John Wockenfuss! The last Tigers card I needed that year. I hopped back on my bike and sped home. I ran in the house shouting "I got Wockenfuss! I got Wockenfuss!" Then I noticed a stranger sitting with my parents at the kitchen table. That day my parents sold our house and we moved 250 miles away. When I look back I always consider the end of my childhood being that year when we moved. To this day I have bittersweet memories whenever I look at that card of Johnny B.
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