Night Owl Cards

  March is kicking my ass per usual. But I have a hobby to off-set that, and when I get the time, I dig into the greatness and realize my life should consist of nothing but sorting all the goodies people send me!   I've been swimming in new-to-me cardboard for the past month or so and it was ramped up when my friend Greg ( @grogg.bsky.social ) sent another amazing package -- rather a big ol' box -- that I knew was coming, and even knew some of the contents, but was still not prepared for the greatness.     There's the box now (with the dreary winter backdrop -- right now the wind has decided to howl for three days straight). Inside that box were several smaller boxes, with lots of variety but with one thing in common -- I collect that stuff!!   Now whenever I show off an arrival this size with this kind of variety I usually go for the big finish. But I realize some readers don't care about the old stuff (although I've probably driven away all the people who only...

(If you haven't read yesterday's post, maybe take a look at it . I mean, come on, how often do you get a chance to share cards with a former major leaguer and get his comments on them?) 2019 has been a rough year, I'll admit. But it's also been an active year, full of some good stuff, too, and because of that, it's difficult for me to remember that I'm supposed to be upset and miserable all the time. Yeah, I'm still sad that my folks are gone. Yeah, I'm still mad the Dodgers aren't down 3-2 to the Astros right now. But, I don't know, it's just not in my personality to feel perpetually mopey, I guess. And I think it's human nature to forget the bad memories and hold on to the good ones. So, sometimes I need to be reminded of my unfortunate luck this year. The latest time was with a surprise package from R.C. , who has sent me many wonderful vintage-themed card packages before. The accompanying note brought up my run of misfort...