Finally Washington shows up: the West Coast is now complete. Arizona isn’t all that uncommon. I did manage to meet the annual challenge of keeping Arizona and New Mexico straight. Can you tell I’m a New England girl?

May’s best story is Oklahoma, #38. I should have given a spoiler alert because I just gave away the ending, but here goes anyway (stolen from my Facebook timeline for May 15):

A white SUV I was following out of Tisbury had an unfamiliar plate. It was plain enough that I didn’t believe it was one of the colorful, infinitely frustrating Florida variations. Car turned left on Old County. This being my way home, I followed.

All the way down Old County (about 3 miles?) I kept trying to get close enough to read the plate without rear-ending the other car. A kids’ ball game was in process next to the WT School. Lots of cars. One of them backed out: white SUV slowed down enough that I could get pretty close, but not close enough because the license plate holder was partly obscuring the state name (not unusual).

I was headed for the gas station so I didn’t hang a right at my road — at this point, I was actually thinking of stalking this car to wherever it was going.

At the T intersection with the Edgartown–West Tisbury road, the white SUV tacked left. I was going right, but I got close enough to read OKLAHOMA!

Major thrill. Persistence pays off.