In 1985 my parents and I were visiting my older brother who was working at a computer store at the Columbia Mall in Columbia, Maryland. My father was much displeased how the manager was speaking to my brother. He gave me $10 (I was 9 years old) and told me to come back after he was done yelling at the manager. It so happened that night there was an antique show at the mall. I came across a binder of old baseball pictures. I found a particularly cool one of a guy named Ames for $12, I managed to talk the fellow down to $10 after giving him a pathetic look. I will always have a soft spot in my heart for that T206 Red Ames *Portrait* wherever it may be. By the way, my father is a wonderful person
