Many years ago I was at a gas station in Maryland.  I looked over at the beat-up pickup truck next to me and frowned. Hmm.  Maine plates.

“Hey,” I said, catching the driver’s eye.  “Why do you have a snow shovel tied to the front of your truck?”

He hunched over, slightly deflated.

“Dang,” he said.  “I hoped this was the spot, but nope…”

“What are you talking about?”

“Well, see here, after winter was over, I tied my snow shovel to the front of the truck and started south.  My idea is that the first time someone points to it and says, “what do you have there?” I will stop and put down roots, for I know I’d a done found my new home.”

These days I hear it is the other way around.

I’ve heard people from the northern points of Maine saying there are strangers in town asking if anybody knows anyone with the Corona virus.  Actually, they look at a map of where it is.  As soon as they find a place with no cases, they stop and put down roots.

A few trickling in already, you know there will be hoards in the near future.

Now, I’ve heard that there is a plan afoot.  Not going to say what it is, but if you suddenly hear of thousands and thousands of cases in places like Wyoming, Nebraska, North Dakota and, yes, northern Maine, well, let’s just say that it might be a bit exaggerated…

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Yes, the first half is a very old joke.  The second half?

I have heard that people have already started to move to places like northern Maine to escape the virus.  Really.  Hmmm.

Anyway, this was supposed to be a bit of humor, but maybe will become reality… I mean, I have been hearing a lot of little white lies from the top all of the way down, so why not this?

Hope you got a small chuckle, anyway…