Dreaming of.. cards?

Last night I was compiling my Frankenset wantlist when I fell into a bit of a wormhole.

I've got a bunch of these Galasso Glossy Greats cards from a random flat-rate box I bought on eBay. As I was cataloging the Chicago White Sox All-Time Team I lingered on the back of the cards:

I read a Wikipedia page and a couple of forum postings about Galasso and the mail-order business she and her husband once had. Then I decided to type the address into Google Maps and see what's there today.

It appears to be a house (I'm not certain; 75th St. comes up as Bay Ridge Pkwy.)  But in my dream it's something different...

I climb up the stairs of the nearest subway stop on a bright, sunny day. The streets are humming with people. I cross a wide intersection to a rounded curb. I check my notes. 

That's it!

A grand building appears before me. This is the Renata Galasso store, it has to be! 

The excitement pours through me as I swing open the door and step into...

..a convenience store. I'm disappointed for about five seconds. Maybe the card store is upstairs?  It's at that moment that I spy a few packs of 2019 Topps hanging on a rack. 

I pull off a pack and discreetly open it (why would I do this?!) There are only four cards inside, but one of them is a Legends variation of Pee Wee Reese. And it's autographed. 

In my dream, the Reese SP has the photo from the Galasso card, not the actual photo from the 2019 Topps card. Also, Reese has been dead for over 20 years. Pretty sure he didn't sign any 2019 cards.

I re-seal the pack.Then I grab a bottle of Mountain Dew and some food stuffs. I pay for my purchases and mention something about the Galasso store. Honestly I don't recall who gave me access to the building but the indication was that no one knew if the store was there but I was welcomed to look around. 


Once upstairs I'm at the foot of a long hallway covered in burgundy carpeting. Closed doors on either side. It's a Saturday; no one is here. The doors are unmarked. 

I open a door, nothing interesting. I open another. And another. Offices. They're all offices. Very basic - a phone here, a computer there. No brand names, no corporate logos - and no cards. 

It's getting dark. I'm getting frantic, opening drawers left and right. Surely there has to be some cards around here..



Have you ever had a dream about buying (or searching for) sports cards?


Thanks for reading!


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