





As a kid, I wasn't allowed to play with toys. Well, not my granddad's anyway. They were kept behind a glass case in his bedroom and if I was forbidden to go in unescorted. When he passed away, the collection went to me. Since I never had a strong connection to them, I decided it was time to unload the 200 pieces to someone who could do more with them than I could in my garage, so today I bid them adieu, aside from three keepsakes and some photos I took.
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