Postcard contest has leader

With me, a change of trouble is as good as a vacation.


– David Lloyd George


So far this summer, there have been many outstanding efforts in our annual vacation postcard contest, but with two weeks to go before our La­bor Day deadline, the best seems to have been achieved by Dick McCoppin, of Augusta.

“I met all my goals,” he wrote on a postcard a few weeks ago. “12 days; 6,082 miles; 23 states; sent 23 postcards.”

His highlights were Mount Rushmore, the Four Corners, his first time in six states and his tours of 10 state capitols.

He also did what I used to do on long trips – count license tags from other states. He says he saw them from 44 states, the District of Columbia and four Cana­dian provinces.

I could sum up his trip with a phrase he used on a card from Utah: “The U.S. is huge and Mother Nature paints fantastic scenery.”

His reports:

Montana: “First time in Montana, better than I expected. Lots of farmland, cattle and road construction Saw a deer and a llama!”

Idaho: “First time in Idaho. I only have Vermont to go … maybe next year. Saw lots of sage brush and snow fences. 75 mph still the norm.”

Utah: “Saw several dry river beds today. Saw semi-trucks pulling three trailers!”

Colorado: “Saw a couple of prairie dogs. Almost ran over a rattlesnake.”

Oklahoma: “Hot, hot, hot. Saw several casinos and wind power generators.”

Texas: “Drove 177 miles on I-40 through Amarillo.”

Arkansas: “Toured the Capi­tol. Passed on the Clin­ton Library. Saw a huge watermelon field. Very hot.”

Mississippi: Like every state, “seems to have road construction.”

Alabama: “Rolling hills and lots of trees.”

Another traveler due special thanks is Connie Wendt, who finally gets us a postcard from Hawaii, where she is celebrating her 60th birthday sitting on the beach. “Don’t miss Augusta at the moment,” she writes.

Jacob, a young postcard correspondent, sends a card from the aquarium in Vancouver, where the temperature is 74 degrees.


TODAY’S JOKE: A man was sitting on a lawn sunning and reading when he was startled by a fairly late model car crashing through a hedge and coming to rest on his lawn.

He helped the elderly driver out and sat her on a lawn chair.

“My goodness,” he exclaimed, “you are quite old to be driving.”

“Yes,” she admitted,” I am old enough that I don’t need a license anymore. The last time I went to my doctor he examined me and asked if I had a driver’s license. I told him yes and handed it to him. He took scissors out of a drawer, cut the license into pieces and threw them in the wastebasket.

“ ‘You won’t be needing this anymore,’ he told me, so I thanked him and left.”



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