Night Owl Cards

When I was a youngster, I walked everywhere. I walked to school, my friends' houses, piano lessons, the grocery store, the drug store, baseball games, everywhere. In the age before the national media persuaded parents that there were murderous pedophiles behind every third tree, I was informed regularly that God Gave You Two Feet Use Them. I'l admit, walking was a good way to get to know the neighborhood. I'd memorize the houses on the way, which was particularly helpful if I was walking somewhere I didn't want to go. I'd know how close I was to my impending doom, and on the way back, I'd know how soon I could get away from my hellish existence (I'm not referring to school at all). I became very familiar with my neighborhood this way. Later, when I had a bike, I rode countless streets all over the area and could tell anyone the name and location of every road within a five mile radius. Then we moved. I was back to walking again because I wasn't ...

The fifth blog bat around asks us to brag a bit. "What is the best experience you have had acquiring cards or memorabilia?" OK, I'm gonna brag a bit. But first I'm going to address the question. The question implies that you actually DID something to acquire these cards or memorabilia. It assumes there is a story about "the process," a journey, an undertaking. Hopefully, it's an interesting story. Maybe it's funny or uplifting or fraught with danger and intrigue. But there is no "process" to my acquisition. I did absolutely, positively, 100 percent nothing to acquire a bunch of 1956 Topps cards. Sometimes, believe it or not, just raising your hand and saying, "I collect baseball cards!" is enough. So, here is my story. I mentioned it one other time on this post . But I want to go into a little more detail this time. My father worked for the city. He was in charge of the city's water supply. It was a job with a lot of respons...