I remember like it was yesterday. I'm a military brat. My father was a career military man and I spent the first 18 years of my life moving from fort to fort around the country and the world. At the time I thought it sucked. Having to pack up every 3 years or so and say goodbye to my friends and having to start over somewhere else. Looking back I can see just how that upbringing made me the man I am to day and I wouldn't trade it for the world. My dad's last duty station was Berlin, Germany. We got there right after the wall fell in December of 1989 and we were there till I graduated high school in the spring of 1992. It was a great time to be there and a perfect time in my life. But that's a whole other story this is a story of the first autograph I ever pulled from a pack of card. I opened a lot of 1990 and 1991 baseball product. The base PX and all the little shopettes, or convenience stores, had cases and cases of baseball cards. I happen to have worked at one of these shopettes. The US military in Berlin wasn't set up in a centralized base. Rather it was spread out in the American sector on multiple kaserns, or small bases. I happen to work in the compound that housed the Post Exchange, commissary, book store, Burger King, and a shopette. It was a fine job to have while in high school. It was close to the American DoD school so I would just walk over after classes were done. I also had lots of baseball product set right in front of me.
Anyways I opened a lot of 1991 Score. Maybe that's why it's one of my least favorite sets. It's also a monster set. And I have no idea why I bought so much, but one lucky day I pulled this card. Well a card like this one below, I long ago sold mine.
Chuck's story is a sad one and I won't go into his decline and PED use, but for me this card still holds a place in my collecting history, even if I have let it go.