| For the first time in 33 years, I have Joe Torre’s 1967 Topps card, the first baseball item of any kind I can ever recall latching onto, a dead ringer for the one that my mother threw away in an unprecedented purge of my mess of a room in 1974. Though there is no contemporary shortage of opportunities to bask in his gentle decency, it’s nice to have the Joe I knew [1] from four decades ago back amid my current piles of crap. |
|
