EBAY + ONE VERY SPECIFIC DINOSAUR
Then Dad found
Sinclair.
My dad has always had an obsession with weird shit—and an eye for the value hiding inside it.
Commemorative glasses. Board games. Books. Antique calculators. McDonald’s cardboard signs. Rock and Roll memorabilia. Store gift cards. If something was odd, specific, or slightly forgotten, he could see a reason to keep it.
It ran in the family. My grandfather sold books at a flea market in Brooklyn every weekend. Loving junk was practically a birthright: the instinct to notice the story in things other people passed by.
Then Dad found a little Sinclair Corythosaurus on eBay. Same name, same spelling. He knew immediately that I needed it—and that one weird plastic dinosaur opened a shared obsession with Dinoland, the World’s Fair, and finding every color.

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