A discovery is said to be an accident meeting a prepared mind.
- Albert Szent-Gyorgyi
September looms and our summer vacation travel reports are winding down, but Ginny Cash, of Augusta, sent a postcard from Nevada, another funny one from Fresno, Calif., and then passed along this late-August discovery from Utah.
The Salt Lake Tribune newspaper features a columnist named Kirby.
His first name is Robert, and he wrote an amusing story about getting lost on his way to a meeting and - this is really remarkable - stopping to ask directions.
I know what you're thinking: He makes stuff up because no guy would ever stop to ask directions. I am, however, willing to suspend belief because it's Utah, and things might be different out there.
MORE CARDS: Susanne Earle writes from Maine to say she was "about to lose Yankee accent after living in North Augusta 51 years, so I'm back in Maine for a short visit to work on it."
The Rev. and Mrs. Dan White, of Appling, are all over the Rocky Mountains. Mort and Teri Adkins are in Cancun, Mexico, and Dan and Maitland Henry and family, of Sandersville, say it's hot at Georgia's Tybee Beach. Speaking of hot, Bill Aldridge sends not one, but two chili recipes from Texas.
Maxine Coursey and Bernice Priest had a wonderful time in Missouri. McKenzie, Kayla, Maggie, Jim and Jenny are in Los Angeles to celebrate McKenzie's 16th birthday.
Back on the East Coast, Clayton and Nancy Brooks, of Hephzibah, visited Washington, D.C., and Pete and Jan Chenoweth, of Hephzibah, attended the Chenoweth National Family Reunion in Baltimore.
And Bill and Barbara Price celebrated their 46th wedding anniversary in New York, which they called "the Big Hot Apple."
TODAY'S JOKE: Here's another one shared by Everette Fernandez.
A motorcycle patrolman was rushed to the hospital with an inflamed appendix.
The doctors operated and advised him that all was well. However, the patrolman kept feeling something pulling at the hairs on his chest.
Worried that it might be a second surgery the doctors hadn't told him about, he finally got enough energy to pull his hospital gown down enough so he could look at what was making him so uncomfortable.
Taped firmly across his hairy chest were three wide strips of adhesive tape, the kind that doesn't come off easily. Written in large black letters was the sentence.
"Get well quick. ... From the nurse you gave a ticket to last week."
Reach Bill Kirby at (706) 823-3344 or firstname.lastname@example.org.
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