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Last Flight Out: True Tales of Adventure, Travel, and Fishing

Whether he's looking for wild orangutans on Borneo or diving off the coast of South Africa, Randy Wayne White is one of America's most adventurous travelers. Now Randy's back in Last Flight Out, a brand-new collection of essays keeping us up to date on his latest excursions.
Randy White is a "mover" and has no time for people who can't keep up. Join him as he dives in the infamous lake called the Bad Blue Hole on the desolate Cat Island in the Bahamas. Search for the perfect hot pepper in Colombia, and closer to home, go raccoon hunting in Pioneer, Ohio, where the hunted almost always outsmart the hunters. Get in the ring with Shine Forbes, an eighty-year-old fighter in prime condition and Ernest Hemingway's former sparring partner, and go on a secret mission to steal back General Manuel Noriega's bar stools. Though he rarely finds what he's looking for-such as the half-human, half-
alligator creature known as "Gatorman"-he cultivates his unique ability to revel in the unique and comical situations of each exotic trip.
From a jungle survival school in Panama to a week at a professional wrestler's training camp, White leaves the reader mesmerized by the potential of undiscovered places and the promise of endless adventure in unfamiliar territory. An icon of the new breed of thick-skinned, high endurance travelers, Randy White is the real deal.

I've never been so happy to see an airport....

The trip to San Diego for Comic-Con was probably my 2nd worst air travel experience, the worst being a 13-hour flight from Boston to Cleveland on New Year's Eve, through a blizzard, about 13 or 14 years ago.

Because the NY airports are crowded, and because it's no trouble for me to stay up all night, I usually schedule my flight out of JFK for 6 or 7 am. This means leaving for the airport at 4 am - the added bonus is, there's not much traffic on the road, so my taxi gets me there in about 20 minutes.

I arrived at JFK to find that my 6 am flight had been cancelled. Not delayed, just cancelled outright. (I won't mention the airline, but it rhymes with Schmelta). To fly to S.D., they wanted me to hop on a bus to Newark (in a different state!) and catch the nooner - I said no way, there must be another plane leaving JFK, so get me on it.

They transferred me to American, for a flight leaving at 11:20, which would still get me to the Con in time. Except the 11:20 got delayed until 4 pm. Back to the ticket counter - they could put me on the 9 am flight, but I'd have to check out of the secure area, ride to another terminal, go back through security again, and by the way, running would probably be a good idea.

I felt just like a contestant on "The Amazing Race"...

Anyway, I was supposed to arrive in San Diego at 10:30 am, but instead ended up at LAX, on standby for the 2 pm shuttle. Didn't make it, but caught the 3 pm. Arrived in SD at the same time as my boss. He went to the convention, I went to the hotel to pick up the merchandise and my co-worker. Got my badge and entered the con with a full 5 minutes to spare.

we live near a couple hospitals so i see these quite often... just like when i see an ambulance or fire truck... my heart sinks and the first words out of my lips are 'oh no..' then my next instinct is to pray... catechism was Many years ago but the One thing i do remember from my teachings were the words of one woman "you must pray to God Every time you see an ambulance"... so i did... always begging for the same thing 'Please God.. who ever or whatever you are... please give them and their family the comfort and knowlage that you are real and you are watching over them... please ease their pain'..
i dont tell people i do this because i fear ill be looked at like im a nut.. but as i drove by the hospital this morning something occurred to me... what if through the power of the Collective Consciousness (call me a New Age hippie.. thats fine) we could Really help those people on their way to the ER? what if so many people begged for comfort for those in need that it ACTUALLY happened???? what if our intentions gave warmth and ease to a car accident victim en route to the infirmary ? why not give it a try?? one day the victim could be you and i beseech that someone simply traveling down that same road will be calling to the universe for your alleviation!! ;)

“An intense and compelling account of an educated, sensitive archeologist wandering the back country during the civil war. Half a century on, still one of the best books on Greece as it was before ‘development.’”—The Rough Guide to the Greek Islands
“He also is in love with the country . . . but he sees the other side of that dazzling medal or moon. . . . If you want some truth about Greece, here it is.”—Louis MacNeice, The Observer
“One of the best and most honest books about the modern Greeks.”—E. R. Dodds
In 1947, at the age of twenty-three, Kevin Andrews received a Fulbright Fellowship to study medieval fortresses in the Peloponnese. Andrews spent the long summers of 1948 to 1951 traveling through the region and the winters writing in Athens. This opportunity to travel through little-frequented areas during Greece’s postwar civil war—and before the advent of tourism, industrialization, or easy communications—brought Andrews into immediate contact with village populations, shepherd clans, and the paramilitary vigilantes who kept their own kind of order in the provinces, as well as with the displaced peasants of the Athenian slums. The close experience of all these lives took shape in The Flight of Ikaros, first published in 1959. Paul Dry Books is pleased to return to print this modern travel classic.
Kevin Andrews (1924–1989) was a writer and archaeologist. He wrote many books about Greece, of which he became a citizen in 1975.