(Greetings from Cardboard Appreciation Week! Thanks for stopping by on your holiday. Hope you're not eating too many hot dogs. If you are, you're probably feeling a little gross right now. How about taking a break from absorbing all those nitrates and absorb some thoughts about cards? It's time for Cardboard Appreciation. This is the 149th in a series): At this moment, I am probably either sitting on a bench watching my daughter participate in some horrific, stomach-turning amusement park ride, or huddled under an umbrella table watching half-naked flesh slither down a giant slide while probably picking up 425 varieties of bacteria. OK, it's not that bad. I'm actually having a good time. But I find water parks a bit odd. Water parks are family affairs mostly, from what I gather. The tip-off is there are lots of tiny, loud, speedy people all over the place. And there are tired and haggard parents, a disturbing amount of whom have all manners of tattoos (if I...
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