Before 1991 I had kept my final fifty together with a rubberband, until I showed them to an avid collector abd he recoiled in horror. I got the message and put them each in their own plastic cover. These cards were all from a time before the inflation in the number of card producers made cards from 1974 on nearly worthless. All my cards were from the 1950s, 1960s, and early 1970s.
For about thirty years I took great pleasure in bestowing cards as gifts. They still gave me great pleasure even though they are no longer in my possession. The memories are burned so deeply in the synapses of my brain that simply looking at pictures on the Internet allows me to recall those last cards, and in many cases the people to whom I gave them. That's quite the return on investment (ROI) for a nickel price tag with a piece of gum thrown in for free.
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