Selling My Childhood…

The past few months have been quite a whirlwind.  I've sold everything.  Then I bought a collection of cards, and sold it.  Then I bought another collection of comics and ...and sold it. Right now, any and all lingering cards from deals and purchases are gone!  If his name isn't Canseco, I don't have a card of him right now, aside from a few cards I'm holding for someone until this weekend. The past few weeks alone, I scored a killer card collection and a killer comic collection that I had written about.  Each was a HUGE rush to get,

My Dream Come True … 20 Years in the Making

20 years ago, at 12 years of age, I sat eagerly in the passenger seat while my mom drove me to the Tri Star card show to meet my childhood hero Jose Canseco.  This was before all the steroid controversy (though, after various dui's, domestic abuse accusations, etc.) - my folks said over and over again that I sure could pick 'em as far as heroes go.  Mom and I got to the line and asked the following question: "Do you want to have your picture taken with Jose for $50?"  DO I EVER!!!!!  But, money was tight, so we