– Charles Kuralt
We haven’t gotten any soggy news from the coast this tropical storm weekend, but travel reports from others are beginning to arrive.
The J.D. Paugh family sent a postcard from Washington where they took part in a “very emotional, but beautiful” memorial to our fallen deputy.
“Thanks to all,” they write.
Dave and Rosemary Buchanan, of Aiken, sent a postcard from Australia, which they describe as full of “wonderful people and great sights!”
Greg, Teresa, Megan and Zachary Brooks, along with Will Patton finished their train trip from Seattle to Chicago, where they sent me a long, horizontal post card showing Wrigley Field, home of the Chicago Cubs, a team they loved to see beaten by the Atlanta Braves.
The baseball theme continues with Don and Linda Smith, of North Augusta, who went to San Francisco and sent back a post card showing AT&T Park, where they enjoyed the Brewers playing the hometown Giants. I believe grandsons Owen Jacobs and Connor Smith joined them.
“Let the games begin,” write Brian and Mary Ellen from the other coast with a post card from Boston’s Fenway Park.
Kate and Bill Jacobsen are enjoying a Viking River Cruise on the Elbe River. They also sent a post card showing theolgian Martin Luther – a first, I believe.
Joyce and Randy are enjoying a week in the Bahamas with grandson Bryson and Aunt Mary at the Atlantis. “Gas prices are over $6 a gallon and milk was $8,” they write.
Jim from Briar Creek, sent one postcard from Idaho and another from Richland, Ore., where “weather is nice.”
Finally, regular travelers Sandra and Shirley Johnson sent a Georgia postcard from the famous old Kennesaw Mountain battlefield north of Atlanta.
THOUGHT FOR THE DAY: The only thing that wakes you up faster than coffee is spilled coffee.
TODAY’S JOKE: A young man asked an old rich man how he made his money.
The old guy fingered his worsted wool vest and said, “Well, son, it was 1932. The depth of the Great Depression. I was down to my last nickel.
“I invested that nickel in an apple. I spent the entire day polishing the apple and, at the end of the day, I sold the apple for 10 cents.
“The next morning, I invested those 10 cents in two apples. I spent the entire day polishing them and sold them at 5 p.m. for 20 cents. I continued this system for a month, by the end of which I’d accumulated a fortune of $1.37.”
“And that’s how you built an empire?” the boy asked.
“Heavens, no!” the man replied. “Then my wife’s father died and left us $2 million.”