I have a silly, stupid, recurring dream. My wife and I are in a book store and peruse the shelves. In so doing, I stumble upon a book that is from the early 20th Century. While flipping through the pages of said book, I encounter a piece of cardboard which appears to be (to me, anyway) a reprint of the T206 Honus Wagner.
In this hypnogogic fantasy, I discover that the card is the real deal. What happens next depends upon how much real time passes before the alarm clock wakes me up.
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