I was planning to go to the first National in Los Angeles with my brother. But he came down with mono and I was too young to drive, so I missed it. We went to a show a few months later in Commerce, CA, just outside Los Angeles. I wish I could remember all the things that I bought. The one that stands out is my 1940 Play Ball Jimmie Foxx, which I still have.
A couple of years later, I was old enough to drive and drove up to another show in LA with a friend. I don't remember a thing about the show itself, but the drive was memorable. A giant bird (probably a seagull) flew into my windshield while I was driving on the freeway, splattering blood across the entire windshield. I had to pull over and drove to the nearest gas station where my friend helped me clean up the mess. I still remember him taking a stick to remove some organ from my windshield wiper. We both decided it was a lung. Such good memories.
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