Amongst the many shops in Cooperstown, NY I found (actually my sister spotted it) a Duke Snider card to replace the one I had as a kid. All of my childhood baseball card collection went missing years ago, during one move or another, but there's a story behind this one that made it special. When I was six or seven I'd lost Duke flipping cards with the boys at recess, and I war quite upset. After school, a boy I had a crush on turned up at my house, with my Duke Snider card. He'd won it back to return to me. (We're Facebook friends now, having reconnected after decades, and I don't imagine he remembers.)
