– Bill Bryson
The guys in the mailroom called my desk upstairs and said, “You gotta see this.”
It was a stack of vacation postcards from Greg and Teresa Brooks, of Evans, from their New England trip. They already sent a bunch earlier this summer from Alaska, but now they’ve topped it.
Four were from Maine, and 20 were from Boston. I think we can officially declare this a one-town record.
The Maine cards featured Kennebunkport (the Bush home) and Portland.
Well, it featured individual cards showing: The Bunker Hill Monument, The State House, Harvard Square (“In Cambridge where the smart people hang out,” Greg wrote), downtown at night, Faneuil Hall Marketplace, Fenway Park inside (“for you, Bill,” Greg wrote), Fenway Park outside, Boston Common, Leonard P. Zakim Bunker Hill Memorial Bridge, USS Constitution (“Made from our Georgia pines and hardwoods,” Greg wrote), Park Street Church, Acorn Street-Beacon Hill, Boston aerial, back bay, waterfront, Old North Church, Old State House, Paul Revere House, ducks and swan boats.
Greg and Teresa, thank you so much for sharing a really nice trip.
Elsewhere, Mary Weatherred gets our first postcard from Nevada. It was followed the next day by a Nevada card from Martha and Mittie and Evelyen, who were in Virginia City, where they “took a step back in time” at the camel races.
Paula M. and Elaine W. send a card showing Montana and also said they visited Minnesota, North Dakota, Wyoming, Montana and South Dakota.
And Teelista, Bryson, Sarah, Miriam and (I hope this is right) Jarinda had an awesome vacation on Amelia Island ... and visited the Trailer Park Collectibles Antique Shoppe.
Nancy C. and Andy B. were in St. Thomas as they snorkled their way across the Caribbean. They chided me because they thought mentioning my name would get them a discount at the Ritz Hotel.
Steve, Diane, Tyler and Kyle sent a great moose postcard from Vermont. Donna Conrad and family sent a postcard from Jackson Hole, Wyo., where they say they met others from Augusta.
TODAY’S JOKE: Here’s one from my favorite photographer, Robert Symms.
As they stood in formation at the Pensacola Naval Air Station, the flight instructor said, “All right! All you dummies fall out.”
As the rest of the squad wandered away, one man remained at attention.
The instructor walked over until he was eye-to-eye with him, and then just raised a single eyebrow.
The man smiled and said, “Sure was a lot of ’em, huh, sir?”