I live in a 110 year-old house in San Francisco with my wife and two kids. If I go on the roof, set up a step ladder and climb to the top, I can see the Golden Gate Bridge. However, it probably a lot easier to ride my bike to the bridge. I try to bike as much as possible, especially through Golden Gate Park or near the ocean. Ah, the smell of the sea!
Speaking of the sea, one day I was jogging barefoot on the beach. I was a little worried because the beach was littered with dinner-plate-sized jellyfish. I asked one of the surfers if the jellyfish stung. He said they stung, but only a little bit.
"In fact," he said, "I was sitting on my board with a bunch of guys and for the amusement of my buddies, I pulled one out of the water and put it on top my head like it was a lady's hat."
I no longer worry about stepping on jellyfish on that beach.
I got the idea for "Super Booty, The Field Goal Kicker with the Secret Gorilla Leg" at the dinner table. I made up the story to tell my son. He wasn't eating his vegetables and I made up the story to distract him. My Uncle John - to whom this book is dedicated - used to make up stories to tell his nieces and nephews. They were mostly ghost stories.
In particular, I remember, "Gitchie Goomie, The Tree that Thirsts for the Taste of Human Blood" By the way, Gitchie Goomie is the Native American word for Lake Superior, but we didn't know that.
I should be going, after all, "Brevity is the very soul of wit." Polonius says that to Claudius in Hamlet. Of course, this is a joke because Polonius is an incredible windbag. Save this tidbit for the next cocktail party. Then - as a favor to me - bring up how much you can bring up how much you liked "Fourth and Ape."