– G.K. Chesterton
Augustans are traveling. I know because here are their reports.
Gwen and Bob Young sent greetings from Arizona and “one of the most beautiful places in America. Wish you were here, too!”
Lynn Creech, of North Augusta, was also in Arizona but wasn’t able to see a baseball game. “Unfortunately, the Diamondbacks were out of town,” she writes.
In the Northwest were Greg and Lynn Hall, of Aiken, visiting relatives in Oregon. They sent two
postcards and report “cold and some rain. 50 degree high.”
Frank and Gene Spears are back from a two-week safari, “visiting some incredible parks in Kenya. I thought the Augusta National was beautiful, but this place knocks your socks off!” Frank writes.
(That’s why you wear shoes, Frank.)
Tom and Carla Boettcher “enjoyed Masters Week in Bermuda.”
Barry and Lynn Martin; Ben Brandon; Teresa, Monica and Victoria Martin; and Gary, Beverly and Katie Andrews, from Jackson, S.C., took in spring break with all the family at Hilton Head.
GUM DROPS: How to get chewing gum out of a favorite shirt? I asked and you responded generously.
• Get a WD-40 “No-Mess Pen” and rub it on the gum stain. Dab off the gum residue as it dissolves with a cloth. Treat cleaned area with a pre-laundry stain remover and wash with detergent. – Connie Crenshaw
• Cigarette lighter fluid absolutely dissolves gum from any surface. – Bev Millians
• You might try 20 Mule Team Borax. The package says 1 tablespoon per gallon, soak for at least 30 minutes. We have used this in our laundry for bloodstains and other stains, works great. – Charles Stone
Also, thanks to Jean Strickland, who gave me a gift pack of Wrigley’s Doublemint Gum at Saturday’s ladies luncheon at the Lutheran Church of the Resurrection.
And thanks to Ralph Neitzke, of Martinez, who left me a large spray can of chewing gum and candle wax cleaner in case I have any future gum accidents.
TODAY’S JOKE: This one is shared by Richard Noegel:
He says there was a bit of confusion at Ace Hardware this morning. When I was ready to pay for my purchases of gunpowder and bullets, the cashier said, “Strip down, facing me!”
Making a mental note to complain to my congressman about the gun registry people running amok, I did just as she had instructed.
When the hysterical shrieking had finally subsided, I found out that she was referring to my credit card.
I have been asked to shop elsewhere in the future.