Memory is a big deal when you're my age. Holding on to memories -- or even simply being able to remember -- isn't as easy of a task as it was even 10 years ago. In fact, memory is constantly on my mind. So much so that sometimes when someone my age is recalling something that happened -- and I don't remember it, too -- I wonder if there might be something wrong. That's ridiculous hypochondriac behavior, of course, but it does make me run to the bookshelf and do a crossword puzzle or two to build up those brain cells. One of the major reasons I collect baseball cards right now is so I can hang on to those memories of those happy times when I was a kid collecting cards. I'm long past the "next shiny set" and "the latest pull." It's all about cardboard memories for me now. In an effort to preserve those precious memories that -- who knows? -- may disappear forever in a few decades, I thought I'd do a little exercise here. I thought ...
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