Night Owl Cards

If I had held off just a couple more days, I could have done what I wanted to do, which was package both of my Project 2020 acquisitions in one post. Little did I know that as I was writing about how I was still waiting for the one Project 2020 card that I had purchased (the other was a gift), that it was already on its way to me, likely being shipped out that very day. Let's take a good look at the Project 2020 card that I wanted so much that I threw the required $19.99 at it: My goodness, that's a beauty. I'm not sure if one of the primary reasons I enjoy the card stands out against a black background, so here's another view: Maybe that stands out a little better? I don't know. The best view would be if I pulled it out of its magnet holder and scanned it in all its naked glory. But I've already decided that I will keep both the Koufax and the Robinson in their holders. I plan to display the two cards -- and this is a first for me, becaus...

I'll get to some baseball cards in a moment, but I want to address some other cards sent to me by Jason of The Writer's Journey . The first time I remember announcing what I wanted to be when I grew up was in fourth grade. I think it was some sort of class assignment, but what I recall clearly is that I said I wanted to be "an artist." That's right. Not a baseball player or football player like every other boy (perhaps even at that time I knew it was a pipe dream), but an artist. I even visualized myself with a palette and tubes of paint, wearing a beret and standing in front of an easel. It seemed weird to me even then, as if I was already questioning my decision. But art, in all of its forms, has always appealed to me and been in me. My family is filled with people who drew, played musical instruments and wrote. My grandmother wrote music and her ability to write was handed down to me, which was handed down to my daughter. And because I can write, other...