Can two San Francisco teachers (husband & wife) raise two children, pay a mortgage, property taxes, & save money for college? Um, no. Would I love to live a life of teaching, meditation, contemplation, & poetry writing? Sure. Can I afford to not be a capitalist? No. Therefore, I’ve gone back to the summer of 1991, when I was a baseball card hustler, hitting up leads, buying & selling cards wherever I could. After that humid teenage July, I never aspired to join the “rat race,” never had an interest in entrepreneurship or corporate America. My junior year of college, I even did a finance internship in Santiago, Chile, just to make sure that I truly hated international business. But the world turns, idealism dies, & it turns out that my love of baseball history & a mildly photographic memory can create profit. So Adam Smith, I’m back.
Tag: Business
I JUST SOLD THIS LAST NIGHT! I’M HERE TO BUY YOUR SPORTS CARDS, OR HELP YOU SELL THEM!
CONNECT WITH ME: SFPOLK@GMAIL.COM IF YOU HAVE CARDS TO SELL! PLEASE, ALSO VISIT: https://www.ebay.com/usr/danielwpolksportscards
Daniel W. Polk: Sports Card Entrepreneur
When I was in high school, I wrote a research paper entitled- Collectibles: A Viable Investment. In recent years, I’ve gotten back into buying/selling sports and other trading cards. I am always looking to purchase both individual cards and full collections. I offer fair compensation and can also consign your cards (sell them for you).
-You can connect with me & view my current cards for sale at: https://www.ebay.com/usr/danielwpolksportscards
-My eBay store is regularly updated, with new cards added on a weekly basis.
Coca-Cola
translucent brown bubbles, how else to describe, perhaps dark caramel, better image of sweetness, and this is just the surface, have a coke and a smile, coke is it, i’d like to buy the world a coke, and on and on, streaming backwards in time, all the ads, commercials, inducements to imbibe this drink, that the chileans cursed, leche de los yankees, yankee milk, and to think it will wash away even the saltiest of buttered popcorn, attract yellowjackets like no other, this beverage, this legend, white script on a red can, on a bottle, tingles on tongue, blamed for cavities, craved over pepsi, coffee, or sprite, hated and loved, this never-ending all-american delight.
Daniel W. Polk 