Another year of postcards from every state is complete

"We aim above the mark to hit the mark."

- Ralph Waldo Emerson

Thank you all.

For the 12th year in a row, we have achieved our summer goal of a vacation postcard from all 50 states and the District of Columbia.

On Friday, I received a card from our remaining state of Nebraska from the Turner family, of Trenton, S.C.

They remark that it is not as flat there as people think.

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REAL CARDS: Speaking of our vacation postcard contest, Brooke Foster shares a similar sentiment, writing: "My friends think I am crazy, because I always say, 'Bring me back a postcard.' It is pretty amazing that 47 cents could bring such happiness."

BAD BOYS: Ann and Barry Foskey are big Braves fans but say watching them on TV can get confusing sometimes. Ann writes: "At the usual game time, he asked that I switch to the appropriate channel while he made a stop in the kitchen. Seeing that the game hadn't quite started, I went to another channel to watch the beginning of a movie. My husband, unaware of the change, returned just in time to see the following warning come up on the screen:

"'Because of violent content, viewer discretion is advised.'

"With amazement, my husband exclaimed, 'I didn't know the Braves were that bad!'"

DEPARTMENT OF CORRECTIONS: Harry Adams asks that I notify the person responsible for the newspaper's daily Scripture that the book of Revelation is singular, not plural.

TODAY'S JOKE: Here's one shared by James Parker last week at the Hephzibah Lions Club.

A man begged his wife to go on a camping trip. She finally relented, but insisted her mother go along. The poor fellow gave in, and away they went.

The journey was unpleasant. The wife's mother constantly complained, and the trip to the woods was most tense.

Upon arrival, the man said he wanted to seek the solitude of fishing, but his wife insisted he take her mother with him.

Again, the man had to listen to her constant carping, forcing him to finally return his boat to shore and begin a long and noisy walk back to their tent.

Things seemed to calm down, but just as the threesome started to sleep that night, a large bear walked into their campsite.

The mother-in-law walked up and looked at the bear. The bear stood up and looked at the mother-in-law.

Together, they faced off in the center of the campsite and violence appeared ready to break out.

"Do something, do something!" the wife shouted.

"Not me," the husband said. "That bear got himself into this, let him get himself out."

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