Originally created 07/09/02

Sending eight postcards is the sign of a true vacation

Before you start up a ladder, count the rungs.

- Yiddish proverb

Sitting here looking through the big stack of your summer vacation postcards, I've come to realize there is a difference between a trip and a vacation.

The Ellingtons (Joe, Barbara and Jarrett, and Barbara's mom, Dorothy Carpenter) are on a vacation.

They sent me not one, not four, but eight postcards highlighting their travels through the Midwest and Rockies. I know because they numbered the postcards.

Card No. 1 came from Chicago, where they flew to begin their ride.

Card No. 2 came from Indiana (and was really funny).

Card No. 3 came from Michigan, where they visited Battle Creek, also known as Cereal City, USA.

Card No. 4 came from Wisconsin, where they visited a dairy farm and saw lots of road construction.

Card No. 5 came from Minnesota, where they visited the Mall of America.

Card No. 6 is from North Dakota, where it was very hot.

Card No. 7 was from Montana, which they traveled 50 miles out of the way to reach "so Dot could say she'd been to Montana and send you this card."

And Card No. 8 shows the Devil's Tower National Monument in Wyoming. "It's a 100 degrees here!" they write.

(Must be the devil, folks, but thanks for the effort.)

Also suffering from July heat were Ginny and Jim Cash, who send a card from Saskatchewan, where "you'd think we were back in Augusta with 95 degrees!" They also sent a card from Calgary, Alberta.

Glenn and Letha Peters of Stapleton, Ga., are also in Canada, but a much cooler part - Nova Scotia.

And Bob and Louise Sanders of Aiken send a card from Wisconsin, where they're on the way to St. Paul and a square-dance convention.

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THOUGHT FOR THE DAY: God wisely designed the human body so that we can neither pat our own backs too easily nor kick ourselves.

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TODAY'S JOKE: "If you had a quarter," quizzed the teacher, "and you asked your father for another dollar and 50 cents, how much money would you have?"

"One quarter," answered little Johnny.

"You don't know your arithmetic," said the teacher, shaking her head.

Little Johnny shook his head, too. "You don't know my father."

Reach Bill Kirby at (706) 823-3344 or bkirby@augustachronicle.com.


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