In the cavernous basement of a brick hotel north of Baltimore, Mason Yankowski, 6, runs up to his sister. "Look what I found!" he says, holding out a prize stamp with a pair of tiny tongs. Ella, 10, turns her head and yelps, "Give it to me!" A pursuit ensues, Ella's curly brown ponytail bouncing as she runs down a hallway after her brother. He ducks inside the very last door, marked with a crude sign: YOUTH ROOM + NEW COLLECTORS.
This is where the excitement dims. It's day two of the Baltimore Philatelic Society's 75th annual stamp show, and the...
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