No love in North Dakota

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It's like those line maps on the outside of RVs. You know the ones. Apparently they sell standard-sized state stickers at all major truck stops along all major American routes so you can purchase the sticker of the state you're in (along with your large diet coke and your corn dog and your box of Krispy Kremes) and then stick it like a puzzle piece in the right place on your rig's map.

Those maps are the the motor home expression of "been there, done that."

I'm not sure if the maps come standard with your Winnebago, or if you have to ask for the special Map Package.

I am sure that crowds of highway-bound retirees use these sticker maps to size each other up on the road and at RV parks all over this great nation. The more stickers you've stuck, the more cred you have among your homies.

Google Analytics is like that. Except no one can see your sticker map but you. So really, you only get cred with...yourself.

I was checking out my blog reach map overlay tonight. It always fascinates me to see who I'm talking to. I'm pleasantly surprised to find that I have lots of friends in Germany, France, the UK, and Ecuador (Ecuador!?) among other world nations, but unfortunately I've earned the blink of not one single eyeball in North Dakota, Rhode Island or Delaware. Hmm.

North Dakota I can see. I mean, come on. But Rhode Island and Delaware?

So it's my new goal to make some friends of the RI and DE variety. I'm reaching out. I'm not sure exactly what to say to get these states' attention, but I'll give it a shot. Introductions are welcome.

Oh, and if you have a friend in ND, that's cool too.

Too bad I can't just slap the sticker down next to my supersized bag of salted sunflower seeds the next time I'm in Fargo and call it good.

I'll take a Rhode Island with my Slim Jim, please.