Night Owl Cards

Sometimes it feels like I'm traveling on a different wave length than a lot of card bloggers. I guess that's what makes life interesting. An example: Almost two years ago now, the phenomenon of "wallet card" swept the nation ... er, the nation's card blogs. I got caught up in the hysteria, too, but then I realized "wallet card" wasn't doing what I wanted it to do. For many, "wallet card" was an opportunity to take their chosen wallet resident out on a tour and take photos of the card in various places. At least one blogger is still doing this. Then again, he lives in a place where there is a lot to see. But that's not what I wanted to get out of wallet card. Instead, I wanted to re-create the damage that I achieved as a child when I loved a card so much that I carried it around with me. Like this card. This is one of two Dodger cards from the 1975 set (the other was Steve Yeager) that I carried around with me for a per...

I may not be able to collect cards like I used to, but I still have my ways of repeatedly reminding people of how things once were. Like the time I jumped on my tricycle to buy milk for my folks' goats on the farm. Tricycles were the main means of transportation at the time. Five o'clock rush was a pickle with tricycles lining both lanes of traffic. But during the day, we used to dig up potato bugs in the yard and ride our tricycle to Ed's Mercantile to trade bugs for tassles for our trikes. Another name for bugs in those days were ticks. "Give me two tassles for five ticks," we'd tell Ed. Now, one day I drove my tricycle to Paul's Market and bought a bright, red, shiny wax package of Fleer trading cards. The wrappers were made from real wax from a beehive in the back of the store. Sometimes Paul would invite me into the back to watch as he stood under the humming hive next to a bubbling pot of wax, creating the wrappers right there in the mercantile. ...