I have some old baseball cards from the early 1900s. Including the 1909 Cy Young tobacco card to the right. You know, Cy Young? Of the Cy Young Award? Yeah, from what I understand… he was pretty good. I bought that baby at an antique store in Charleston, WV back in the 1970s, for $1. I also have a Christy Mathewson card, and a handful of other Hall of Famers. All for a buck each.
I can’t really think of anything that goes back further. Those cards are more than a century old at this point. I have an old radio from the 1940s here in the bunker. It belonged to my mother’s music-loving half-sister who died of tuberculosis in a sanitarium at the age of 29 — long before I was born. She reportedly clung to that radio like a life preserver. It’s about 70 years old at this point.
This is a quickie, ’cause there’s chaos in the House of Kay this afternoon. But I’m interested in the oldest items in your house. Is it your mother-in-law? Your prostate? Help me out, won’t you? Bring us up to date on this most important of subjects in the comments section.
And before I sign off and fling myself headlong into another rewarding workday, I’ll share with you the first customer review of our new Ridiculous Adventures In Suburbia book, available now for Kindle, Nook, and Kobo. This is from Niel Crews, who awarded the book five-stars:
I really should give this book only one star considering the effect this book has made on the respect I now receive from my family. I like to think I’m a good husband and father. Sitting in the same room as my daughter as she does her homework, ready to answer any questions that come up. Quietly reading this book. Suddenly doubling over in laughter. Questioning look from my daughter, hoping for a bit of levity to bring joy after the pain of doing pre-calc. Reading a passage aloud that includes the phrase “explosive diarrhea”. Eye rolls. Back to work. More laughter. Can’t breathe. The questioning look – a little more wary this time. “soiled underwear”. Head shake. More laughter. Gotta pee. More sharing. Eventually a plea to mom to get me out of the room. “Is it that book? Nope! He can stay with you!” *Sigh*. No respect. Women! Yeah, one star.
Heh. Thanks, Niel. I feel your pain, and have tasted the sting of the questioning looks and exasperated eye-rolls many, many times. I sincerely appreciate your great review!
I’m hoping to be in a position to upload the files for the paperback version tomorrow. Hopefully Amazon will approve everything, and the print version will be available soon. There’s a process that includes proof copies being mailed to my house, etc. It’s a giant pain in the ass, but we’ll get ‘er done.
And I need to go now. Please tell us about the oldest items in your house. If there are interesting stories behind them, we’d like to read those, as well.
Thank you guys!
I’ll see you again soon.