Going back to the My story part 1 post I wanted to tell about something amazing that happened to my best friend and me. Well, really it happened to him. It had to be the summer of 1982 or 1983. My little circle of friends who were into cards had only been collecting since 1981. We didn't have any pre-1981 cards in our collections. One day he showed up at my door out of breath from riding his bike at top speed to show me some cards he "found". I don't remember exactly which cards he had, but he had about a dozen 1950's Topps cards. I was in shock. After I picked my jaw up off the floor, I had three questions.
1. Where did you get these?
2. Did you get any for me?
3. Can we go get some more?
He initially didn't want to answer question number 1 because he didn't want to lose out on future cards. He finally told me it was some "old guy" who wanted to trade for new cards. '81 Topps for 50s Topps...sign me up!
As for question two, that would be a big fat NO!! He did not get any for me, but did say I could trade for some of my own.
The answer to question three was what I wanted to hear. The "old guy" said he could come back anytime. I loaded up one of my binders in a backpack and hopped on my bike and off we went. We went to an old beat up house that was literally on the wrong side of the tracks. He knocked on the door and the "old guy" opened the door. As soon as I saw him I took a couple of steps back and whispered to my friend that I was NOT going in that house.
To be continued......