All it takes is all you got.

-- Marc Davis

It's time.

Time to get the running shoes out of the closet.

Time to find some flashy short pants in the back of the drawer.

And time to prepare again for the annual July Fourth Peachtree Road Race in Atlanta.

My registration packet came in the mail last week with a racing number that appears to be in the first third of the 50,000 participants.

That's just the runners.

The bigger part of the 10-kilometer foot race is the 250,000 spectators who stand along the most famous street in Georgia's largest city and watch.

Here's where you come in.

I've got to wear some sort of T-shirt, so if your group would like a little publicity in front of so many eyeballs, make your case to me in an e-mail.

In past years, I have worn shirts touting the Augusta Alzheimer's Association, Shepeard Community Blood Center, CSRA Greyhound Adoptions and C&C Automotive.

Last year, the Make-A-Wish Foundation won the honors, and I was proud to push myself to a new personal record.

So there.

Several small steps for my legs, but one giant leap for your charity marketing efforts.

Let me know: bill.kirby@augusta chronicle.com.

P.S. No political groups, please.

Your candidate will have to run on his own.

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SUMMER TRAVEL: Joy and Gene Salet , of Augusta, are in Omaha, Neb., visiting a brother and sister-in-law for the first time in 33 years. They were greeted their first night with a tornado siren.

Julia Josey , of Bartow, Ga., sends a nice note from Camp Pinnacle in Clayton, Ga. She writes: "I am here doing mission work with a girls camp. I think you need a card from this beautiful place."

John , John Jr. and Maxine Macon , of Augusta, send a card showing famous Beale Street in Memphis, Tenn. They also dropped by Elvis' birthplace in Tupelo, Miss.

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TODAY'S JOKE: I think Bob Ross shared this one.

A preacher was making his rounds on a bicycle when he came upon a little boy trying to sell a lawn mower.

"How much do you want for the mower?" the preacher asked.

"I just want enough money to go out and buy me a bicycle,'' the little boy said.

After a moment of consideration, the preacher asked, "Will you take my bike in trade for it?"

The little boy asked whether he could try it out first, and, after riding the bike around a little while, said, "Mister, you've got yourself a deal."

The preacher took the mower and began to crank it. He pulled on the rope a few times with no response from the mower. The preacher called the little boy over and said, "I can't get this mower to start."

The little boy said, "That's because you have to cuss at it to get it started."

The preacher said, "I can't cuss. It's been so long I don't even remember how to cuss."

The little boy looked at him happily and said, "You just keep pulling on that rope. It'll come back to ya."