At Labor Day the Woolly Mammoth left his baseball card album under my coffee table. He did a lot of cleaning out on that visit, but I wasn't sure of his intent about the album. So, being a model housekeeper, I left it under the coffee table until Christmas. When I mentioned it to him yesterday he said he meant to take it to the dumpster.
Oh, no you don't! Not without signing an affidavit that you yourself threw out your baseball cards. Mothers always get the blame.
So we spent a lovely half hour in 1992 baseball cards and diamond reminiscences. The Woolly looked up their values on his iPhone. Basically, each card is now worth nineteen cents, down from twenty. The whole album would hardly buy a biggie burrito with avocado and sour cream. If one had really believed baseball cards were the key to wealth one might puke.
© 2011 Nancy L. Ruder
1 comment:
baseball cards have went down in value because the card companies flooded the market with them.
many sell for less than the original price.
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