
More Mr. Peabody and the WABAC trips…
As I waited for some dealers to return from lunch or something,
I wandered around. Some barker asked If Ii wanted to meet Willie Mays. How could
you say ‘no’. In reality, ‘meeting him’ actually meant buying a ball to get
signed and buying the autograph. And not really talking to him. But I did it
and I was happy. He still had huge biceps.
When I walked away, I looked at the ball and the signature. And
something I still say to this day: I got Julie Mor to sign my ball. I don’t criticize
autographs. My signature is a squiggle. This just looks like Julie Mor to me.
AH
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