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December 29, 2005
Mom...Dad...I did something really stupid.
At age 16 I spent many hours meandering in my 1979 Chevy Malibu around the Long Island suburbs. Mainly, I wore a path between my house and my girlfriend's, which was about 3 miles away. Once, I drove to Penn State - a 296 mile trip. The Cross Bronx Expressway was adventure enough, thanks very much, and afterwards I was content to be back home. At the time if I'd had to fly by myself, I would've expected a lollipop and captain's wings. Contrast that with Farris Hassan, who used Christmas vacation to travel, unbeknownst to anyone with brains enough to stop him, to....Iraq! Reports the AP:
Hassan's extra-mile attitude took him east through eight time zones, from Fort Lauderdale to Kuwait City. His plan was to take a taxi across the border and ultimately to Baghdad - an unconventional, expensive and utterly dangerous route.
It was in Kuwait City that he first called his parents to tell them of his plans - and that he was now in the Middle East.
This kid may be a lunatic, but I can't decide. Maybe we'll see him on Letterman.
Posted by bill at December 29, 2005 10:37 PM
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