We all have someone to thank who is responsible for getting the ball rolling on our hobby journey. For me that person is my grandfather Pasquale.
Flashback to Brooklyn, N.Y., 1979. We went to the corner store and I spotted a box of 1979 Topps Baseball on the front counter. My sharp eye resulted in my grandfather buying me two packs. Those were the good old days of 25-cent packs.
I opened the first pack in the store and the fourth card was “Mr. October” Reggie Jackson, the toast of New York City. As a 7-year-old, I was hooked.
I spent all my money each week on cards, and then asked for more money.
