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I have a theory why people from
my collecting era are loath to display things for all to see.
We all remember that long-ago summer barbecue in the
1970s, where
Dad got a special delight in knowing the aroma emanating from his grill-work was making the neighbors drool,
the
smashing plastic sounds of
Wiffle balls echoed out into the endless sunshine, and you and your brothers were slyly trying to steal sips of beer each time you refilled an uncle's glass
(Of course they were on to you! Duh!!).
When the glorious day ended and your yawning self went to your bedroom to
sleep the righteous sleep of a happy childhood...you suddenly realized that not only your treasured
Bobby Bonds,
but also your
Kurt Bevacqua blowing that ridiculous bubble were missing from the top of your desk, where you had left them after innocently showing your cards to the kids of your
Mom's work friend.
Like those delicious sips of
Schaefer, those beautiful cards were gone forever...stolen by a random twerp in an
Alfred E. Neuman t-shirt.
And as you screamed curses to the heavens, you
made a vow to never leave yourself openly vulnerable like that ever again!!!!!!
NEVER!!!!!!!!!
Or something like that...