I was 14 and in the throes of my baseball card fixation when I decided to pony up for an old, yet affordable, 1960 Topps at the local card store. I had seen the guy's name and address in the back of a card pricing magazine, and I thought I'd send it to him to see if he'd sign it. I wasn't all that hopeful that he'd reply. But, then again, I wasn't dealing with just some random old ballplayer. I was dealing with Robert (Bob) Bartmess Friend of Pittsburg, Pennsylvania.