What Started it All Part 2

 I also found the Mantles.  You never forget your first Mantles.  There are many things in this life that come and go, but few things are held so dear.  They are more than just cards, or pieces of cardboard with fancy artwork and pictures of guys playing a game.  They are memories.  They are reminders.  They are talismans of hope and joy.  They remind me of spending time with my Dad.  Of going to card shows and meeting gracious hall of famers.  Of poring through pages of Beckett magazine and being disappointed that Barry Bonds cards were somehow more valuable than Ken Griffey Jr.

You never forget your first Mantles.  These are mine.