The classy accessibility of Topps in all of its flavors. I was a youth gone wild. I went to baseball card conventions. Dealers feared and respected me. I had connections in New York, London, and Tokyo.
Power lunches with the stars.
In 1990, I woke up. I realized that every dollar that I had over the past five years went to baseball cards. Looking back, I think that getting a car had a lot to do with that change. Baseball cards look more and more like useless pieces of cardboards when you make it out of the house. Now I am twenty, and I have a problem.