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Originally Posted by Shemp
Lally's Drug Store on the corner of Higgins and Neva on the far northwest side of Chicago in the late 1960's. I lived on Neva 6 houses away from the corner where the drugstore was. Would buy as many packs as I could - unfortunately that usually meant 2 packs cause I typically only had a dime - stand outside the store next to a garbage can, open the packs, chomp the gum, put the cards in my shirt pocket, walk back home, and sit on my back porch reading each card. A miscut card would never make it home and would end up in the garbage can. I still have all the ones I bought back then.
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So cool Joe,
I was feeling it when reading your post.
My dad used to pick me up (from "baby sitter") on his way home from work each day. He had to have the late edition newspaper; stopped at a convenience store; attached to the gas station near our house; a new subdivision off IL Rt. 31; Oswego, IL; south of the Caterpillar plant.. He would buy me a pack of cards; '69T to '72T era. Dupes and trips automatically went to the bicycle spokes with clothes pin, if they were just a "guy". Dupes of "somebody" went to the trade stack. Mom kept all my cards; hardly seen the light of day. Ex-Mt to Nr-Mt. And people wonder how we have the passion for collecting we do.
Ben
"I love baseball history backstory; especially when it involves cards."