'Every year, Mrs. Lorentz would find me in December to see if a hockey card of her son was in my possession. She would then tell me to look for a car with a New York license plate in her driveway. That meant Jim was visiting for Christmas and if we dropped off his card, there would be an autograph picture of him waiting for me.'
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