The 'card shops' of my youth were our friends-who-had-older-brothers' houses. If Hendrix and Floyd posters suddenly started appearing on bedroom walls, we knew they were too busy learning how to play guitar or chase nubile tail to give one crap about shoeboxes filled with old cards, so they passed them off to their younger siblings. It was like looking in a museum, seeing all of these 'ancient' cards from the 60's...which was only a decade earlier. Then the trading of our brand new cards for some oldies would commence.
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