Local Chamber of Commerce

Hi! Ed isn’t my real name, but it’s the last two of three letters of my real first name, and the first two of six letters of my last name. I represent the Chamber of Commerce here, but that rascal A.B. won’t let me say where! He claims that anyone who should come up this way already knows how to get here! We at the Chamber disagree, and here’s why: It isn’t fair to you!

You deserve to know where our beautiful summits, plunging rivers, sparkling streams and haunting forests are! You deserve the right to visit our emerald lakes, our hundreds of miles of state and federal trails for mountain biking, cross country skiing, hiking and horseback riding. If you like, you should be able to kneel beside the rushing waters and dip your gold pan into the gravels and look for your destiny in the swirling sands as so many other brave and hearty souls have. You should be able to find our quaint and historic towns, to have lunch in a café that served the early gold seekers, to sleep in a country bed and breakfast where pioneers slept. This is your American heritage, and we at the Chamber want you to be able to enjoy it.

How can you get Aaron Blinken to reveal the location of our historic paradise?

You might go on a search engine and look for me: remember "ed" are the last of three letters for my first name, and the first of six letters for my second name- you can figure it out. Search for my name and "chamber of commerce". There are 35,468,739 entries; you’ll have to look around a little.

You might put an entry into his GUESTBOOK. It’s easy, and you can easily create a fictitious email address to fool the program. You might use terms like "Freedom to enjoy our heritage" or "walk in the footsteps of the pioneers" or perhaps "fifteen percent unemployment and eight months to make a living" or something along the lines of "falling dollar, increasing gas prices mean shrinking tourism, if you really cared you’d do something." Or, whatever comes to mind that will convince Mr. Blinken of the importance of getting the word out to people.

If you personally know Mr. Blinken, perhaps you could phone him, maybe very late at night; or, better yet, leave a note taped to a spent .44 magnum cartridge on the seat of his truck.

Let’s all of us, stranger and cousin alike, get together to tell Aaron, "open your site to where you are! We have the right to enjoy your world! We have the right to make a living that doesn’t involve hauling potting soil or gunplay! Aaron! Do it!"

-Ed Ed---- (figure it out!)