I'll get to some baseball cards in a moment, but I want to address some other cards sent to me by Jason of The Writer's Journey . The first time I remember announcing what I wanted to be when I grew up was in fourth grade. I think it was some sort of class assignment, but what I recall clearly is that I said I wanted to be "an artist." That's right. Not a baseball player or football player like every other boy (perhaps even at that time I knew it was a pipe dream), but an artist. I even visualized myself with a palette and tubes of paint, wearing a beret and standing in front of an easel. It seemed weird to me even then, as if I was already questioning my decision. But art, in all of its forms, has always appealed to me and been in me. My family is filled with people who drew, played musical instruments and wrote. My grandmother wrote music and her ability to write was handed down to me, which was handed down to my daughter. And because I can write, other...
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