Earliest memory is ripping packs of '51 Bowmans along side my like pals, all of us with with greasy dirty hands. No Mickey's but one kid got a Mays and we were all over him to see it. All of this took place under a Sycamore tree by the drug store where we had invested our hard earned allowances (child exploitation), which probably varied from .50 to 1$. Trading was the only way to go: There were no shows, breakers, magazines, e-commerce, dealers and, most of all, no grading companies.
Little did we know the next year the neighborhood would be rocked by those beautiful '52 Topps cards. Interest in the '52 Bowmans wained, and I remember the druggist offered his surplus at the end of the season for .01 a pack.
The next year came those beautiful '53 Bowman photographs to challenge Topps but they cost so much to produce it put Bowman into a declining spiral.
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