LONDON (Reuters) - Like most moms, mine had many wonderful qualities. Among the feats that made her a standout: She never threw out my baseball cards.
I began collecting them around the age of 12 in the mid-1960s, picking up packs after school for a nickel each at a local drug store in West Orange, New Jersey, where I grew up. I can still smell the thin pink wafers of bubble gum that came inside each pack and contributed to countless cavities.
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