Continental Trailways Blues

We interrupt Literary Recycling Week to bring you this important message...

After four years of having a cell phone and no land line, I received my first telemarketing call yesterday. Would I accept the prize I'd won, awarding myself and a guest a two night stay at a resort in Branson, Missouri?

I did not accept the prize. Here's why:
A) I live in a blue state, thank you very much. You take your Yakov Smirnov and your Andy Williams and your Hee-Haw retrospective and sell 'em to someone in Kentucky.
2) The only way to get to Branson is by bus. It's a bit like Brigadoon that way. As far as I know, you can't get to Branson by plane or car -- and I ride the bus enough as it is, thank you very much. And getting there by foot is right out -- this is America, you'll need a motor.
III) While no gourmand, I like my vacation destinations to offer something a bit more extravagant than Silver Dollar Pancakes and Chili's Chocolate Chip Paradise Pie.

So rather than visit Branson, I visited the National Do Not Call Registry. It's free for the whole family, easy to use, and low in trans fat.

The National Do Not Call Registry. It's Government, Working For You.