Baseball treasure, purchased for a nickel
And then I saw them: baseball cards. These were different. They were old. Really old, like from a dim era of wool uniforms and athletes nicknamed “Pinkey.”
And then I saw them: baseball cards. These were different. They were old. Really old, like from a dim era of wool uniforms and athletes nicknamed “Pinkey.”
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— Phil Barber