I started collecting in the late 60's, and Easter was always fun because mom and dad would put a Topps rack pack in with all the candy.
My favorite memories though are Sunday mornings, when I (sometimes) got to go with my Uncle Billy to the Whispering Pines to get his paper. I would get a dollar for whatever I wanted. It was always the same - 10 packs of Topps baseball. He was a like a second father to me. He passed away in 1989, but I still smile when I think of all those Sundays, hoping to find as many Pirates as I could.
Last edited by blackandgold; 04-19-2012 at 11:14 AM.
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