By Robin Garrison Leach
I’m not much of a gambler. And I hate waiting in line at QuikTrip while customers slap down bills for tickets that seldom pay off.
But, thanks to Publisher’s Clearinghouse Sweepstakes, I don’t have to buy tickets or scratch anything. I don’t have to spend
money on a magazine to be the lucky recipient of MILLIONS AND MILLIONS OF DOLLARS.
Now, from what I can tell, all a person has to do to win is to breathe air and have a front door. I qualify.
When my daughter was young, she and I indulged in a little ritual we called, “I’ Ready for the Van”. While John sat comatose in front of the TV, watching men in helmets run to and fro, Andrea and I were two busy ladies.
First, we put up the sign. Andrea took great pride in creating a poster for the door. We wanted to make sure our surprise (heh) visitors know that we ARE the Leach family. The ones they are looking for. And every year the sign said the same thing:
THIS IS THE RIGHT HOUSE.
PLEASE KNOCK—THE DOORBELL IS BROKEN.
Primary-colored balloons and pretty green dollar signs decorated the sign. We didn’t want to look like poor hicks on TV. Yeah, America…We DO have the whole ten-pack of markers. And we’re not too cheap to use them.
For the complete column, see this week’s edition of the Centralia Fireside Guard.