A Framework For Honest Collecting
There was a time when collecting felt simple. A pack in your hand, sidewalk beneath your feet, and nothing but hope inside that wrapper. No spreadsheets. No live chats. No breakers screaming at the top of their lungs. No urgency threaded into the experience. Just joy. Somewhere along the way, that simplicity was replaced by speed. And speed rarely gives us time to ask why. Spring 1977. Sunday afternoons when a 15-cent pack of Topps