We got in our rental car and headed back to my grandparents' place in Lauderdale. I fell asleep in the back seat, and the next thing I knew, I was being carried into a new car. The rental had broken down, and the company sent out a new one. My dad carried me into the replacement, and my favorite souveniers, the glowing cards, were left behind.
The rental company never found them. When I returned a few years later and hunted for replacements, no one at any of the shops or Guest Relations knew what I was talking about. Ever since then, I've been trying to find someone, anyone, who'd heard of these things.
I was halfway convinced I'd imagined them when I stumbled across the listing for them on Jeff Baham's amazing Haunted Mansion site. Obsessive Web-searching and eBay scouring have failed to turn up any for sale. I would kill to own them again. Someone, somewhere, must have a set they're willing to part with. I sure hope so, anyway. Link, Link