It was the of late summer 1952 and our neighborhood gang, heavy into cards of course, knew the last series of those incredible new Topps cards were being distributed in our area and might even even now be sitting in our main outlet, the local drug store. Gathering our meagre resources, with some even pleading for an advance on their allowances, we rushed the store and, lo and behold, there were the shiny packs all lined up, as if waiting for kids like us. I had brought 25 cents, exactly half my weekly allowance, and quickly bought 5 packs. We all then gathered under a giant oak tree, opened our packs and started trading. Three of my packs had nothing notable, but the 4th had a Pee Wee and the last a beautiful, thank you Lord, Jackie. Since I was a Dodger's fan, I was thrilled and ran all the way home to show my Dad.
Funny, sometimes I can't remember my telephone number, but I recall that day with total clarity
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