This is a box that keeps on giving.

This is part (okay, a substantial part) of my collection of St. Louis Browns baseball cards. I grew up, with my grandfather, a Browns fan. Most everybody else rooted more for the Cardinals, but not us. I think this taught me it was alright to be in the minority. When the Browns moved to Baltimore in 1953, I learned something else about what can happen if you are in the minority.

Two thousand Jamaican dollars. I must be rich. Well, they are worth about $13 American. Michelle and Josh are heading to Negril on Saturday. Do I give them these, or keep them in my estate? Hard choices.

No one is going to Russia these days. So I will hang onto my 50 ruble note. Rubles are a dime a dozen these days. Literally. 50 rubles equals 47 cents.

How is your Arabic. The back side of this note is in English, so I know what it says. We stayed at the Golden Tulip when we were in Tunis on a fascinating trip sponsored by Ben Gurion University. I should tell you about it one day. By the way, the header says Carthage, not Tunis. Don’t be fooled.

If you want to fly Air Vietnam 36 years ago, you can borrow my timetable. I have never been to Vietnam and can’t remember where I got this, but in 1988, not very many Americans boarded these planes.

This one actually was from my 1974 visit to Moscow. The hotel was (is?) right off Red Square, as I recall, on the other side of St. Basil’s. Perfect location. The hotel itself, old in 1974, was fairly drab. It was also buggy. No, not the insect kind.

My mother graduated from Washington University Law School in 1936. After giving up practicing to raise two children, she opened an office in Clayton in about 1960 and lawyered on for about 25 years.

I have never flown with either a president or a vice president.  I found each of these in used books I have bought. And speaking of used books….

Those French really know how to make attractive book marks. No pictures of cancer sufferers here.

The final item of the day, but don’t worry. The box has more. As to this card, I must admit something: I have no idea what these words mean.

More, tomorrow.