- Ray Bradbury
Every summer so many of you send postcards from what I think sound like pretty neat vacations.
But, all of us know that not every vacation is a wonderful experience.
Can you remember a bad vacation? The sort of summer trip that makes you vow to never leave home again?
I can remember a few in the 1960s that involved car break-downs. (Cars in the '60s broke down a lot.) I can remember some really bad sunburns. I can remember eating too much seafood and I can remember the irritating back-seat sibling rivalries that any 10-hour car ride would inspire.
What about you?
Why not go to my Web log at augustachronicle.com and get that bad trip off your chest. We'll see whose is worst.
MORE POSTCARDS: As for having fun this summer, Lindsay Wilkes-Edrington, formerly of North Augusta, sends a postcard from Tampa, Fla., where she is interning with the Tampa Tribune newspaper.
Mark and Dawn send greetings from Pennsylvania.
Darl and Mary Edwards say hey from Victoria, British Columbia. "Visiting daughter and family ... beautiful place with cold weather. We went to Tofino, B.C., huge cedar trees in the rain forest. We took a boat trip to Hot Springs Cove and sat in the very hot water; saw a bear, harbor seals, gray whales, many eagles and lots of mountains with snow."
The Petersons enjoyed a family reunion in St. Martinsville, La.
They say they "had a wonderful time sampling home-cooked red beans and rice and crawfish etouffee. The bayous of Louisiana are wild and beautiful."
Archie and Barbara Sanford are in Denver for a granddaughter's wedding.
Linda, Tina, Tana, Emma, Carrie and Wil want to tell everybody they're having a good time in Myrtle Beach, S.C. ("The kids really liked the aquarium.")
Paula Kaminski Bakler sends a card from the Grand Canyon, which she visited with her sister and mom.
And Ginny and Jim Cash are having a great time in Hawaii.
TODAY'S JOKE: Here's one shared by Charlie Williams.
It seems a mother and father had just given their teenage daughter family-car privileges. On Saturday night, she returned home very late from a party.
The next morning, her father went out to the driveway to get the newspaper and when he came back into the house, he was frowning.
At 11:30 a.m., the girl sleepily walked into the kitchen, and her father asked her, "Sweetheart, what time did you get in last night?"
"Not too late, Dad," she replied nervously.
Dead-panned, her father said, "Then, my precious one, I'll have to talk with the paperboy about putting my paper under the front tire of the car."