My father collected and sold baseball cards. He made quite a good living off of it. Our dad and all the kids would spend hours opening the packages, taking out the gum , sorting the cards, exclaiming with glee every time we found a great card. The room would smell of that gum. Our fingers were get sticky from the powder it had on it. Interestingly, we never chewed it. It went in the garbage with the wax wrappers. We would always bring the Twins cards with us to a game, hoping for an autograph. I don't think we ever got one.