Car problems again, guys. Same car, too. This is the third time I've had my vehicle in the shop this year and the timing, while never good, sucks for the hobby side of things. This weekend I was facing the exhausting-but-fun prospect of card shows on back-to-back days. But now the Sunday show is out because I don't have a vehicle to drive that distance. That leaves the local show, which I appreciate -- especially in times like this -- but it's not as good, not nearly. To illustrate, I have some cards that I received from Jeff of Cardboard Catastrophes . I can safely say that I will find none of these cards at the show a couple miles away this weekend. In fact, all of these are from my want lists -- my blog want lists, which may or may not be accurate as we will soon see. First, three 1970 Kellogg's cards. All three of these were needs, well, still are needs. The cracks mean they stay on the want list. I was going to compare this Bil...
Well, I get up at seven, yeah And I go to work at nine I got no time for livin' Yes, I'm workin' all the time It seems to me I could live my life A lot better than I think I am I guess that's why they call me They call me the workin' man They call me the workin' man I guess that's what I am 'Cause I get home at five o'clock And I take myself out an ice cold beer Always seem to be wonderin' Why there's nothin' goin' down here It seems to me I could live my life A lot better than I think I am I guess that's why they call me The workin' man Well, they call me the workin' man I guess that's what I am Well, they call me the workin' man I guess that's what I am (*Alex Lifeson 2-plus minute guitar solo*) Well, I get up at seven, yeah And I'll go to work at nine I got no time for livin' Yes, I'm workin' all the time ...