Penny Stock

Discarding the Cards

I often hear my father and other males of his generation lamenting the fact that their mothers threw away their precious baseball card collections that would surely be worth thousands today. I have always had visions of my grandmother going into a closet and taking down a shoebox or album filled with priceless cards and simplychucking them into the nearest trash can. I always thought it was somewhat insensitive of my grandmother and the other women of her generation that they just didn't care about their sons' possessions and thoughtlessly discarded such important icons of of the time.

That was until today. I had a major epiphany as I sat in Ezra's room with a garbage bag. Much to the chagrin of my father in law, Ezra doesn't collect baseball cards. But he does collect pokemon, yu-gi-yoh and zatchbell (if I am spelling thse wrong, I really don't care) cards. Anyway, Ezra has albums for these cards. He has shoeboxes. He has tupperware boxes. That doesn't stop them from ending up all over the floor, under his bed, on the bathroom counter, on the living room carpet, you name it. So, what did I start doing? Throwing them in the garbage. Would I be doing this if they were in the shoebox or album? Of course not, but I can't imagine that if he really truly cared about them, they'd be strewn all around the house. It might happen that in the year 2020 the magnomite card I through out will be worth thousands of dollars. I guess I will have to follow in the footsteps of my grandmother and the other brave women who took the abuse of their sons who couldn't have cared less for their cards when they were 7.