Less than a week ago, I figured I'd be heading into the card show with half the cash that I usually carry around the New York State fairgrounds horticulture building. Times have been hard these last three months with rationing of just about everything -- shampoo, napkins, mustard, you name it. So even though I tried to save in advance, there wasn't a lot I could put away. But strange things happen when you're both scraping by and working your butt off. You lose track of what you're doing. It turns out that I had saved more than I thought I did -- a day before the show, I discovered 20 bucks in a drawer put away months ago for likely this very purpose (at least that's what I'm telling myself). So I hit the card show with the usual amount of money and I did very well by my standards. From an objective perspective, the show was nothing great. No signing guest. A relatively slim crowd. But from my perspective it was fantastic. No signing guest means...
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