Just to set the scene, there is no one in my neighborhood, not on my street, not on the streets nearby, not on the streets a mile-and-a-half from me that knows I collect cards. So when I found a box with no writing on it on my porch a couple weeks ago, a box that is just the kind that would house cards, I was a bit perplexed. What could it be? And if this is cards, who in the world around here knows that I collect cards? The mystery didn't last long though. I had been conversing in emails with Jeff (who goes by turrdog on the blogs) about a trade. I also knew that Jeff has relatives up my way and often comes to my deserted outpost at this time of year to hunt. This is a popular reason for people making trips to where I live. Probably the top reason. In order it is to: 1. Hunt 2. Fish 3. Boat 4. Hike I think that's the whole list. Since I don't do any of those things, why in the world am I here? I don't know. I've been asking myself that question for ...
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