"Diane, 10:30 A.M. *kissing noises* Back on solid ground. I should say solid asphalt. I’m on my hands and knees in the parking lot of the branch office in Spokane. I’m picking up a Bureau car. *Yelling to someone* ‘No, no, no, I’m all right! Just thankful to be alive.’"

"Looks like I’ll be heading out Highway 2, due east. I’ve got about two hours of driving ahead of me. That’ll include lunch, one pit stop and two cups of coffee, unless I refill my thermos. And, Diane, for the last fifteen miles, I’m supposed to look out for deer on the highway. Man, wouldn’t that be something?"