Night Owl Cards

I'm still trying to get adjusted to my new work schedule and it hasn't been that difficult, except when it comes to blogging. I'm doing weird things like writing three posts at once or forgetting to pull the cards I need before the whole house is asleep and then rummaging around and waking everyone up. I need to get back on track because being "out of sorts" does not make for good blog posts. I'll get there, but for now, I thought I'd address some "card news" that's come across the virtual ticker the last couple of weeks. None of this news affects my collecting at all, which would instantly cause some people to point their bony finger at me and exclaim "what business is it of yours????" It's not my business, other than being a collector with an opinion. Which is kind of the lone prerequisite for having a blog, so I guess it actually is my business. So let's get going with some outsider's viewpoints. NEWS ...

Back in the early days of this blog, I addressed finding this 1971 Manny Mota lying in pieces at the curb of a busy street while I walked home from school. Since then I've mentioned this same story a couple of more times, including here , because the idea of finding free cards on the street for the taking fascinates me. Since that time in the mid-70s when I found broken ol' Manny, I've probably discovered a stray card on the ground a handful of times. But it's been so infrequent and so underwhelming (I'm sure we're talking about a 1990 Fleer Brian Holman or something similar) that I don't remember the occasions. That brings me to this past Sunday night. I had to go to work, and as I backed out of the driveway and headed past the house, I noticed a small piece of discarded paper in front of the curb. This was nothing worth noting. I live very close to two separate schools and there are kids walking down my street at all times. I'm forever pic...

When my daughter was younger and still considered my wife and I as "desirable company" (as if she had a choice), we could not walk past a toy aisle or a toy store without her trying to strike up a deal so that we could wander among the toys for, oh, I don't know, about half a day. In fact, the begging and pleading would begin long before getting near the aisle/store. It usually started as we were getting out of the car in the parking lot. She figured that if she started then, there would be multiple other opportunities to break us if the first couple tries didn't succeed. During her occasional successes, she would eagerly attack each aisle with her eyes, no doubt wishing that she could consume about 70 percent of what was available on the shelves (the "boy aisle" disgusted her). Many times, we would have to demand that we leave the department immediately or I'm quite convinced that she would have figured out a way to set up a tent, grab some candy...