Night Owl Cards

   Here is what I know about the 1940s, off the top of my head:   World War II, Pearl Harbor, D-Day, the atomic bomb. Jackie Robinson breaking the color barrier. The Dodgers' emergence as an iconic baseball team. I can name all the World Series matchups, though you might have to give me some time on 1942, 1943. Mickey Owen's dropped third strike. Cookie Lavagetto, Bill Bevens, Al Gionfriddo's catch. Joe DiMaggio's 56-game hitting streak and Ted Williams hitting .406 in 1941. I know most of the stars of 1940s MLB.   The Andrews Sisters. Glen Miller's Orchestra. My grandmother used to talk about Glen Miller a lot. Frank Sinatra, Bing Crosby. The songs that played on WECK in Buffalo in the 1980s, which were the "golden oldies" of that time (as opposed to "oldies," which was '60s music). It's A Wonderful Life. White Christmas. Johnny Marks' Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.   I know my mom was born in the '40s. So was my uncle. He's...

   When you hit 60, even if you look and feel pretty good for you age, there are constant reminders, whether they are physical, mental or social, that you are old.   They show up more frequently, too, and that's why I take solace in the tiny, almost meaningless factoids that show that I'm still not as old as that .   An example is the designated hitter. For as long as I have been following baseball there has always been a designated hitter. I've been watching baseball for 50 years, and a DH has been a fact of life for every one of those years. I haven't known a time when there wasn't one. So at least I've never experienced that, though I would've liked to.   I recently thought of this when I came across this 1979 Danny Goodwin card again. It's fairly well-known because the designated hitter is doing something that a designated hitter is known for not doing -- donning a glove and throwing a ball. DHs always have a bat. Where's Goodwin's bat?   I w...

  I received an unexpected quick flyer in the mail last week from reader Grant. Of the variety of items in the envelope, very few were cards.   Just two, in fact. One was this 2025 Topps Cosmic Chrome Josh Allen card. I consider it good luck because the package arrived on Thursday, mere hours before Allen and the Bills beat up on the Lions defense. (I know, not difficult to do).   This was the other card, a Heritage buyback, a.k.a., someone/something stamped Rick Auerbach's 1976 Topps card.   This is just my second '76 Heritage buyback, as only 1975 cards get the collecting treatment in this house. But I certainly will take any stamped Dodgers, no matter the year.   And that was it for the cards.   But there was more and I consider it the highlight of the envelope.     Those are wax pack wrappers -- from my prime collecting time -- and a couple are from sets that I never collected as a kid -- because I never saw them for sale.   For informati...

  I didn't grow up in a coffee family. My dad would have a cup once in a great while, usually when company was over.   I associated coffee-drinking with the older generation. My grandmother, especially, drank coffee with just about every meal and two of her many quirks included dunking pizza in her coffee and stating "they're trained not to look at you" when she couldn't get a waitress' attention for a second cup of coffee.   That's who drank coffee as far as I knew -- my grandmother, the women she played cards with, and others from her generation.   I never drank coffee and only recently have picked up a cold coffee habit (I dislike hot drinks). And for decades, all those things that went hand-in-hand with the drink -- mugs, stirrers, sugar cubes, little milk pitchers and, often, cigarettes, were foreign to me.   At the top of the list was something called "half and half". For years I didn't know what that was. Even when I worked as a bus bo...

   Blogger may be trying to kill off our card blogs but it can't kill off the Blog Bat-Around. This is the second one I've done this year!   I have a little window of time today that I didn't expect to find, so this is a nice, quick topic to address as year 19 gets under way.   Torren' Up Cards touched off the Blog Bat-Around by listing the three hobby accomplishments that make him the most proud . He should be proud, too. I can't even conceive of doing most of the card things he mentioned.   I have some obvious ones myself, though. I'm going to mention just the three, though I could do much more if I thought about it a little. Here they are:   1. Ran a card blog for 18 years and counting   What's the record for consecutive years operating a blog? I certainly don't know. In terms of sports card blogs I know I don't have the record, there are a handful that started before I did and are still going in some form or another.   But the part that make...

Eighteen years ago this very day I started Night Owl Cards. This blog is officially an adult.   This anniversary comes at an uncertain time for this blogger in particular, and maybe a few others. Google seems to be giving up on its Blogger responsibilities. Last weekend, nobody could comment on any blog and this past week, the function for updating blogs -- both on the reader list and in the sidebar blog rolls -- has stopped working.     In order to keep up to date with the newest blog posts, I've had to go to each card blog individually, and, even with only 50-60 blogs to check these days, who has time for that? Not many, judging by the lack of comments I've seen on other people's blogs. (But did you know there's a new blog bat-around happening ??)   For those who want readers to come to their blogs, I'll mention the Feedburner site again. It's worked for me around 90 percent of the time.   The web address is feedburner.google.com. I go there when I have a...