Forty (More) Hours In The Wilderness

I won't soon forget the day I met Zach Bowman. Not because it was the day I met Zach Bowman, but because it was the day when I finagled my way into being permitted to fly a Goodyear blimp.

Zach's a good kid and one of the better young writers in the business. Last year, he decided to protest the government shutdown by trespassing at a national park. (For the record, I forgot about the shutdown, drove to Mound City in my 560SL with a distaff companion, realized it was closed, then drove home.) When he bragged online about having given "a middle finger to the government shutdown", he learned that you cannot mock or disobey our imperial bureaucracy without paying the price. The price was cleaning public toilets at a national park.

Give the kid a click. Or two. He deserves it.