The Trials and Tribulations of a Teenage Card Show Promoter
For 3 ½ years, I was a card show promoter. At the same time, I was also a teenager. Thus, I was a teenage card show promoter. I know, it sounds like the title of a bad B-movie or a cheesy pulp novel, but the story you are about to read is 100 percent true. From early 1992 to mid-1995, I organized a monthly get-together known to collectors around Chicago as the “First Friday Show,” fueled by a few postage stamps and my passion for sports cards.
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This piece is great. So full of nostalgia.
It reminds me of card show I’d religiously go to (pun intended) that my local parish in New York City held the first Saturday of every month in the early 1990s. It, too, only cost $1.
I’d buy up cards in the morning and spend the afternoon looking over them. I stopped going to the show once I got to college. The show must have ended sometime in 1995. Thank you for taking me down memory lane.
This piece is great. So full of nostalgia.
It reminds me of card show I’d religiously go to (pun intended) that my local parish in New York City held the first Saturday of every month in the early 1990s. It, too, only cost $1.
I’d buy up cards in the morning and spend the afternoon looking over them. I stopped going to the show once I got to college. The show must have ended sometime in 1995. Thank you for taking me down memory lane.
Hi Mike. Thanks for reading, and for sharing your story.