My wife occassionaly works at her family's coffee shop, where one day an old man was talking to her about his coin collection (of all things) while she was making his drink. She replied that I collect old tobacco cards and he said, "oh, I have boxes of those at home. I'll have to bring them in so he can have them. I haven't touched them for decades." Of course with my luck, she didn't get his name or contact information and he's never returned.
They're probably old fish or bird cards, but I like to dream it's a cigar box full of Wagners, Cobbs, Mathewsons and the remaining Hindu southern leaguers I need.
