in twelve hours i'm leaving on a jet plane.
going across the pond.
accompanying keaton on a rather extended business trip.
so i will be left alone, days on end, in a city where english will be tough to use meaningfully, and where i suspect my four years of latin will have limited impact.
in other words, i'm certain an international incident is quite possible whenever i step outside the hotel.
here's the best part.
i'm not saying where.
you'll have to stay tuned, and you'll have to guess—you only get one!
and your answer must be in the form of a question, for example, "what is munich, argentina?".
think of it as international final jeopardy, subject: city in peril, and i'm vanna white (or whoever the guy is).
and the prize?
the first person who guesses right will get an autographed book from yours truly, which if i'm very lucky will be from a real publisher (another long story i will tell one day after i get the final decision soon; don't want to put the whammy on it).
if i'm not lucky, a signed photo of me with really spectacularly dressed authorities might be something folks would treasure.
keep your collective fingers crossed on the publishing deal.
anyway, how about them apples?
here's a little hint to get the jeopardy juices flowing: "boy the atlantic has a lot of water. maybe we should have taken a boat of some sort."