Night Owl Cards

I mentioned on the last post of 2018 that I received a large box of cards on the last day of 2018. It was a box from reader Jonathan, who won one of my contests last year. I sent him a '75 Topps Nolan Ryan card for his winnings and what I got back dwarfed that Ryan card. Hell, I think it might even dwarf a Nolan Ryan rookie card. It is so full of goodies that I've had trouble figuring out how to approach it for the blog. There's no doubt I will need to break it up into separate posts. There's no way I can cover everything in one post. But how to start? Where do I start? There are Dodgers and oddballs and vintage and Sabres and nonsports ... I need a road map for this thing. Earlier today I was looking through the box in hopes of finding inspiration. I found it. Tucked into the side next to one of the rows of cards was a toploader with the above 1954 Bowman Carl Erskine card inside. I had gone through the box when it arrived at my house. I never saw the Erskin...

Longtime readers may remember that I was diagnosed with diabetes more than five years ago. I don't often write about my personal issues here much (or at least keep them well-veiled), but I felt this event was important. I took the diagnosis to heart, both in chronicling it and in attacking it. Six months later I was told I was no longer diabetic. My doctor and nutritionist marveled. However, diabetes, as many of you likely know, is a life-long battle. It takes constant persistence and I have overhauled my habits because of it. I work out daily, which was not even remotely the case five years ago. I monitor my eating routine, although I am the first to admit that it is a work in progress. I need to attack the disease aggressively every day. What I do not do is take medication. I declined to take it after first being diagnosed and continue to do so. I received my yearly check up today and the doctor again marveled at my state. All of my medical numbers are ideal and trendi...