I Traded my Autographs for a Car!
This past Friday, a few dealers flew in from Kansas and Colorado to inspect the autographs I had recently acquired. We agreed to meet at the gas station down the road ... until my wife called in a panic: "BABE!!! I was wrong - Cub Scouts is at 10, not 12!!!" (it was 9:55 or so when she called). So I had to (quickly) bring the party of out of towners home, and hastily throw everything in the garage, from the cardboard-mobile to setup shop and show them the goods there. After a few hours of looking through them, and going
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