And here's to you, Mr. Robinson. I finally got some mail today! But alas...
Frank Robinson - former player and manager - opened up my letter, took out the self addressed stamped envelope, placed my letter and blank 3x5 card in, and sent it back.
No autograph. No explanation.
Not cool.
On the other hand, Mr. Robinson was a part of that illusive group of four without an address, so I guess I should be happy that it found its way to someone who opened it and sent it back. Now if only I knew what it would take to get him to sign. Maybe money?
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