I used to be a reactor operator on nuclear submarines.  That probably sounds more exciting that it was.  Once I was at a train station in Italy when a young lady in a police uniform started yammering at me in some foreign language.  She took me back to her office and found an Italian-English dictionary.  She opened it up and pointed at a word.  I don't remember what the word was, but the definition was "under arrest."  That was pretty interesting.  I went to Chile and sat around with some college kids playing guitar.  They were very impressed that I could play "Stairway to Heaven."  They would have been more impressed if they knew I can sing the theme song to "Gilligan's Island" while I play it.  I almost got beat up in a bar for doing that.  I went on a canoe trip in Algonquin Park in Ontario for a week or so.  The second nite out I spilled boiling soup all over my feet.  That really hurt.  I toughed it out though.  I think I still have the scars.  Just a minute, I'll check........