Night Owl Cards

You may have read, Dime Box Nick went to a card show over the weekend. Yeah, I know, hard to believe, right? Nick posting about a card show? With the number that he goes to he could rename his blog "I'm at a Card Show ... Again" and it would be completely accurate. It must be quite the feeling to have that many shows on the docket ( we're so glad you could attend, come inside, come inside! ). Last weekend's show appeared to be a hit, based solely on the Hostess cards he displayed. That's the kind of stuff I should be finding at my twice-a-year show. But as I've mentioned before, I am the beneficiary of Nick's many shows. He sent me a nice stack of cards recently and I'm pretty sure many of the cards came from his show-going. But come inside, the show's about to start. It's guaranteed to blow your head apart: He sent 19 Allen & Ginter minis in an attempt to crack my frankenset binder. The above seven actually did make th...

When I am writing blog posts late at night, I almost always play music on my computer in the background. It helps me think. Although I am at an age where I should despise modern music, I don't. Not all of it anyway. I like a wide variety. But more often than not, I'll go back to the good ol ' days for my background tunes. And for me, that is the '80s, when I want to remember high school and college, and the '70s, when I want to remember childhood. So that's where the deaths of Michael Jackson and Farrah Fawcett hit me, right in the middle of memories that I will always treasure. Michael Jackson's music was the soundtrack to my senior year in high school. "Beat It" was the anthem to the final four months before graduation, and freedom. You were nothing, and I mean nothing, if you didn't own the album "Thriller." You name a month in 1983 or 1984 and I can tell you what the hit Michael Jackson song was at that time. Farrah Fawcett wa...