May 22, 2008: Exhibit A
So I'm walking in the park just now over near the narrow creek that runs through it. Four little boys are scurrying along the side.
The first strides across because he's the biggest. The other two kind of step gingerly and jump.
The last kid, the littlest, takes this insane desperate leap across, arms and legs all akimbo. Midway through his jump, I see he's carrying a four-foot length of rope in one hand, much like you'd carry , say, a bullwhip.
THAT, my friends, is why Indiana Jones rocks.
One of those kids is going places. Or at least he'll be a writer.
(And, to totally out myself, I'll confess I was listening to the Raiders march on the iPod just as the kid made the leap.)
