Night Owl Cards

Glenn Hubbard's facial expression sums up the day ahead for me. It's a day/night filled with Responsibility at my job. And I'm bracing for the grim tasks on the horizon. But I'm not going to get into it. I'll just say it involves talking to people who were put on this earth to haunt others, and doing things that I loathe. As an added bonus, the work day will be exceedingly long. And when I get home, I won't be satisfied with a job well done, because I will be too exhausted to think. So, there's no time for a proper post for the next 15 hours or so. But I do have a moment or two to avoid Responsibility. So here are some random cards and my thoughts on them: I don't have a lot of special cards that aren't Dodgers. But I have decided that when I come across the few that I do, I will offer them up in exchange for something that I am collecting. A black-bordered mini Granderson card from 2008 A&G may not be that exciting. But I know there are Grand...

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...