When I was a kid in the 1950s/early '60s, the months between the end of football season and the day the first fresh pack of Topps Baseball Cards arrived at Piersdorff's Drug Store in Fairview Park was a dreary time. No sports cards to collect. None of us cared about basketball cards. But in mid-to-late January, we got a whiff of relief. That's when the Funny Valentines cards would hit the shelves for just a few short weeks. I still have some; they're pretty battered, because we actually traded them around just for fun. Between those and Mad Magazine, my sense of humor was warped at an early age.
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