Exactly 40 years ago, I lived for a weekly ritual. To this date, it is one of my all-time favorite rituals and one I remember most clearly. I've told the tale before, but I'll add a little more context this time. I moved to a new neighborhood in the summer of 1978. I was fully into baseball card collecting at the time as were my brothers. But we didn't know where cards were sold in our new place. I had to rely on some friends to tell me where I could find them and it took until the following year to perform the ritual. Starting with 1979 Topps and continuing through 1981 Topps, Donruss and Fleer. I would walk the 10 blocks to the generic-named drug store on Washington Avenue, which was the main commercial street in town. I remember when this Subway opened up on the corner. It was a big deal at the time. Subway was brand-new and shiny and so was the store. It's still there, but the shine is long gone. The shine's gone on the town, too. But, anyway, we would turn th...
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