Like so many collectors, Goodwin was my introduction to the business of vintage cards. In the early 70s, when i was 11 or 12, my dad drove me and my brother to his pint-sized shop for the first time. Two things were clear to me from the start — first, we were walking into the greatest collection of baseball memorabilia on earth; and second, Goodwin was one cranky son-of-a-gun. To this day, I cringe when I picture him sorting through a stack of cards. He had this maddening habit of shuffling them like a poker dealer, occasionally tapping the deck nervously against some flat surface and smashing countless corners of perfectly nice cards in the process. Later, he warmed up to me at shows. Perhaps he simply had no patience with kids. I recall making deals with him and it was never easy. His wife back then (was it Esther?) was the perfect compliment to Goodwin's grumpy demeanor, always friendly and gracious. Rest in peace, Goodwin ...
Last edited by Chris Counts; 01-03-2012 at 03:51 PM.
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