Yeah what the Dad did was hard to hear. I put the Stu Stone at a year older than me so I have a lot of empathy for him. Back in '90/'91 I was around 11-12YO and have fond memories of my mom driving my little brother and me after school to the new baseball card shop that opened to buy ONE pack of Upper Deck each. It was so exciting to be in that store. It was family operated--Mom, Dad ran it, with their son who was 2 years younger than me hanging out behind the counter. They might have had other children, don't remember.
I remember the son was quite spoiled for being 9YO. I remember the parent would give this kid a box of Upper Deck to open all on his own. I could only afford a pack at a time and this kid would get a box? Imagine that. In one box he pulled one of those Nolan Ryan autos which was said to be worth $1500 in 1991 dollars. Now I imagine Stu at 12YO living that dream of "owning" a card shop--then it all just gets ripped away from him, including his dad. Man, how do you go on to live a relatively normal life after that?
About two years ago my older brother told me he met someone with close ties to the mom of our (formerly) local card shop. It had folded a very long time ago when the card and comic market crashed. From what I gathered from my brother's intel, her life and family had seen better times to say the least. Man, the dark side of the hobby and the American Dream that is either furtive or we refuse to see.