Top Highlights

• I saw my name in a bowl of spaghetti, misspelled.
• I dreamed I was in the jungle, holding a lighted stick of dynamite. I tried to throw it, but it stuck to my hand. Then I noticed the brand name: Sticky Dynamite. I woke up in a cold sweat.
• WHEN YOU have a real treasure map in your hand, all sorts of thoughts go through your head. The first is, Don’t lose the map.
• He jabbed his cigar at me. “Always remember this: If your friend falls in quicksand, offer to throw him a rope. But first get him to throw you his wallet.” “Ahh, I see,” I said. “But what if he wants to see the rope first?”
• I ASKED Don if we were taking any Sticky Dynamite on the trip, and he said no. That was a relief. How about hand grenades? No again. That was a disappointment. I’d like to throw a hand grenade sometime. Imagine pulling the pin out, throwing the grenade at something, and watching whatever you threw it at blow up. Maybe I’ll get to do that in Heaven.