I don’t have a bucket list. I’ve already done most of the things that end up on bucket lists.
I traveled to places you’ve heard about and exotic places you didn’t know existed. I enjoyed champagne on the Concord at a 1,000 miles per hour up near the edge of space, and I sailed near an Atlantic hurricane aboard the Q.E. II while enjoying dinner in a tuxedo. I was quizzed by the KGB in Dushanbe, shot at in Beirut and arrested in Managua. I ate green liver in Manila, goat stew in Samarkand and sweetbreads on a farm in Argentina.