You all know I’m behind on my trade posts. There aren’t too many bloggers who manage to stay on top of such things. I would like to get caught up sometime before my wedding in May, however, so I’m going to attempt to step it up a bit.
Oh, and for those of you who were nice enough to click on this post, even though it is trade oriented by nature, I would like to inform you that all the boxes for my next group break have been purchased and as soon as I finish assembling the post, it will be live! It should be a hell of a lot of fun.
Without further ado, I present to you “The Trade: A One Act Play.”
Our scene opens on a good intentioned blogger offering up his time back at home with his parents to search though people’s junkwax want lists. In exchange for reducing the glut, all he asked in return was a card or two of someone he collected.
Enter Reader Don, age and physical description unknown. Don had his hopes set on coming closer to completing sets from years gone by. The good intentioned blogger returned from his quest with sacks full of loot, intent on settling the Score.
Carrier pigeons took to the air, each weighed down with cardboard parcels. Eventually Don’s bird landed safely in Chicago with the good intentioned blogger’s reward. Months later, the message has come to surface.
Although it possesses one-tenth of the foil found on most contemporary base cards, this card was believed to be considered “high class.” Legend has it that anyone possessing this card was automatically placed in a higher tax bracket and was forced to move to the suburbs.
Another “high end” card. Manufacturers foolishly believed that more words and more colors meant more better. Historians have yet to discover why humans were drawn to neon colors so prevalently in the early and mid 1990s.
End scene.
Thank you very much, Don. I’m sorry it took so long to get this quick and and easy trade up on the blog. Both cards while not unfamiliar to me, were new to my collection and much appreciated. Oh, and I’m still drawn to neon colors.
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