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.”
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.”