This is the postcard I would have sent, only the destination's gone awry.
A 63-year-old woman who was lost for five days on the Wapsipinicon River near Anamosa, Iowa was found today, alive. “They had cadaver dogs out looking for her. We assumed the worst,” said one of her daughters, according to today's Des Moines Register. Apparently the woman survived by floating on a raft.
Also in the news: 5th grade children in Lisbon, Iowa were taught how to cough into their their elbows on the first day of school.
And: a DART (Des Moines Area Regional Transit) bus driver was suspended after she refused to drive a bus bearing an atheist ad: “Don't believe in God? You are not alone”. The woman claimed it went against her Christian faith.
I would've gone to the Iowa State Fair today if the weather had behaved. There, I could've seen this year's buttered cow sculpture, marveled at the size of sheep's balls, pitched some horseshoes, eaten a deep-fried Twinkie, and felt downright skeletal among a throng of obese people.
Instead, my days in Des Moines have been spent running errands, celebrating my parents' wedding anniversary, boxing my recently-deceased grandmother's things, and following the news, like the story about the woman who survived.