Night Owl Cards

I was supposed to go to a card show today. It was one of two "guaranteed" card show destinations out of the year for me. I'd get up early -- well, early for me anyway -- maybe meet Angus in the Wild Wings parking lot, drive down to the show, marvel at all the deals and finds, spend all my money, feel giddy the entire drive back, have a nice dinner, then relive my acquisitions when I got home and in the rehash blog post the next day. None of that happened. The show, like everything else fun and worth driving to in the last month-plus, was canceled. And I will wait many months for another one to appear. So, I went to the mythical card show instead. What? You don't know about the mythical card show? Oh, it's great. There may not be as many tables at this show as the one that was just canceled. But the show is always packed. Wall-to-wall people. No more than 3 feet between anyone. But nobody cares, because nobody is going to catch anything. Some kid co...

All right, you guys know how to put me in my place. If you're not pointing out errors in my copy or lecturing me in the comments (let's hope that never happens again), you're topping me in Christmas spirit. I was pretty happy that I had knocked down the last of my Christmas gifts for loved ones almost a full two weeks before the big holiday. But in order to do that, I put any card packages on hold until after the 25th. I often do that because I simply don't have the time. But other people have figured out how to do it. Oh, have they ever. Because for like the third or fourth year in a row, my desk is buried in Christmas cheer card packages. There are so many that my usual painstaking ritual of securing a single post for each package isn't going to fly. At the rate the cards are coming in, I'll catch up by Opening Day. So I'm going to show a bunch of them (but not all) here now. Sorry to lump everyone together, but at the very least readers will get ...