Dawson's Pharmacy in Schenectady, NY. Just outside was a magnificent old Sycamore tree. The year I started my collecting Mr. Dawson had festooned his front window with the new '51 Bowmans and various advertising pieces. I immediately spent my whole .25c allowance on five packs, and with the gang retired to the Sycamore to open our packs and reveal their treasures with dirty, greasy fingers. Frantic trading started immediately.
You can imagine the excitement the next year when the brand new '52 Topps hit like a bombshell. Yikes. I think Mr. Dawson was far more busy selling baseball cards than filling prescriptions.
Dawson's is long gone, as is the Sycamore, replaced by a deteriorating mini mall. Progress, I suppose.
Ah, nostalgia.
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