Doesn't Phil look happy to be home? After spending all that time cooped up in a 2 1/2-by-3 1/2-inch kennel, making moony eyes at every collector who leafed through mr. dealer's 1971 Topps binder, someone finally bought his card. You're safe here, Phil. No one's going to sell you now. Rest easy in the left-center pocket of sheet two of your new home. Get to know your neighbor to the right of you, Oscar Gamble, and the guy below you, Cito Gaston. The space above you is still vacant. But I'll give Skip Pitlock a home soon, too. Roof is one the '71 cards that I bought at the card show Sunday. There was a lot to absorb at this show. Things were different. And in an attempt to condense a post that's going to be lengthy as it is, I'll break it down into quick segments and then get to the cards. I didn't bring my camera, so you'll have to rely on my words. I'm a lousy photographer anyway. The show itself: The show was moved to another building at t...
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