Night Owl Cards

Ladies and gentlemen, Dick Woodson! He looks like he wants to have some fun. Also, I think his name might explain why I have such difficulty tracking down his card to complete sets. Anyway, I'm still trying to finalize the contest results here. As always, everything takes longer to finish than I expect. I hope to have the whole thing up at some point Monday. That's only a day later than originally promised. That's not too bad! So, to tide you over until then, I'm presenting some cards sent my way from Drew's Cards . Drew lives in one of those magical parts of the country where there is a card show every month; there is something called "the East Coast National; and he has a father who is always tracking down great cards for him. I live in one of those less-magical parts of the country where there is a card show every four months depending on how many feet of snow is on the ground; where "the East Coast National" is just far enough away that I...

When I arrived in the building where they were holding the card show on Sunday, I wasn't wearing a lab coat. I wasn't carrying a clipboard. I wasn't wearing glasses. And I didn't ask anyone to "tell me how you feel." But I definitely felt like a psychiatrist during my card transactions, because the dealers were in a venting mood. They always seem like the anxious, nervous sort, but they seemed even more anxious-er and nervous-er than usual. One dealer that I always go to totaled up my cards, gave me a price, gave me a bag and then walked away without taking my money. (Don't worry, I flagged him down). One dealer moaned endlessly about the economy and thanked the Lord above that he wasn't relying on his card sales to feed his family. One dealer told me it was the worst October show he'd ever been to in years and years of going to October shows. Then he told me a happy story about getting two flat tires on two separate occasions on the way to one of...