(Greetings on Eclipse Eve. The predicted gridlock has still not happened here. But I did go to the grocery store during a usual off-hours period on Friday and found lines at all the registers. We'll see what happens tomorrow. It's time for Cardboard Appreciation, this is the 337th in a series): I've mentioned a few times how when I was a kid, I spent an inordinate amount of time studying the ground for discarded baseball cards. When you're little, ground activity is very important. I mean, you're right there. Dirt, worms, bugs, sticks, grass, it's all there for the examining. I kept my eyes focused and every once in a great, great while, I'd strike gold and find a baseball card . But for the amount of time I looked at the ground, on trips to and from school, or my friends houses, or an errand to get milk at the grocery store, I came up empty 99 times out of 100, maybe 999 times out of 1,000. Still, the chance -- like a dog on a walk finding a pizza crust ...
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