One day Sam received a postcard from Florida.

One day Sam received a postcard from Florida. It showed a small Hotel with a pink flamingo & palm lined beach, on the back "Wish you were here" but no signature or address.

He gave it no thought until he got another suspicious postcard the next day with a picture of an African Safari and the same message.What did they mean?Why where they coming to him

and no one else? Was he supposed to follow the clues? And was that really just a cold sore like she'd said? He decided to bite the bullet and took the series of postcards to

Chad's Postcard Emporium in Laguna Beach. Sure, Chad lacked the savvy and know-how of his uncle Moe in Manhattan, but he had a certain sense. He nearly touched my "cold sore" and

y Griffith had given me that he'd caught from pitchin' woo with Aunt Bee. That's the last time I, Chad, the Bi-Curious Minnesotan ever visits the South.

I down-shifted my Chevy and headed West. I Chad, would visit ManuelEnd, the dude of LA. I put my one bullet in the pocket and thought of never seeing Mayberry again.

But a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do. On my way to my rendevous with ManuelEnd in LA, I considered my options. I could shoot first, explain later...or I could eat pie first,

second drink a remorse milkshake and third finish with a jealous box of chocolates. I grabbed a bag of gold coins from the safe and rode off on my trusty steed towards

all the melted chocolate with a packet of Wet Wipes. It was as if I had gotten more chocolate on me than in me, much like the crumpled stagecoach now at the bottom of that canyon.