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To illustrate how oddly my mind can operate, back when I was a youngster in my 20s or so I used to ponder that if I were ever sent to…
By Tom Bartsch
MAR 2, 2009

To illustrate how oddly my mind can operate, back when I was a youngster in my 20s or so I used to ponder that if I were ever sent to prison, I would be able to amuse myself by conducting Strat-O-Matic Baseball Games in my head from the cards that I had all but memorized over my teen years.

Just musing about what you would do in prison is goofy enough – there was no attendant crime that I had in mind that might have explained how I got there – but the absurdity of my being able to remember so much data is now stunning 35 years later. I can’t remember what I had for lunch yesterday.

Anyway, while I no longer daydream much about how I would spend my days in the slammer – that television show “Lockup” on MSNBC has drained all the utility from that notion – my daily sorties into cyberspace do make me think once again about that strange exercise.

If someone had access to the Internet (presumably not an ideal situation for some felons), one could easily wander off into the endless digital universe and pursue almost anything in the world, from mischief and mayhem to culture and advanced education.

And if studying the Warren Commission Report or 17-century literature wasn’t your bag, just relegating yourself to our hobby, for example, would lead to so many cool things the amusement would be bountiful and the education unavoidable.

I scoot around to a dozen or more websites every morning searching for blog fodder or whatever they call it, and this a.m. that meant a stop at http://www.vintagecardtraders.org/, and if you’ve never been there I can’t recommend it enough.

Along with creating a great venue for trading with like-minded collectors, it also links to a host of similar-type sites, all seemingly with a genuine affection for collecting first and foremost.

As it turns out, I have to drag myself away from all of these enticing locations every morning just to ensure that I get back to the business of my antiquated print magazine, for which, I might add, I still have a great deal of affection.