UP A TREE

You know how it is, when you're a house guest: If your host suggests an activity, you, as a polite person, tend to say "sure." My host in this case was my good friend Ridley Pearson, who makes his living writing thriller novels, which means he spends his days thinking up sentences like: "Roger awoke in a dark room and sensed immediately that his body had been surgically removed from his head."

Comments

[bonmot]

Remind me not to hang out with Dave the Beaver Rappellent.

[nursecindy]

The important thing is did you have fun, Dave?

[Annie Where-but-here]

"But I was quite tipsy a house guest, so all I said was 'sure.'"

[Cheryl Howard]

Ditto to AWBH.

[Loudmouth]

Ridley, let's go into the Everglades for some snake and gator wrasseling?

[Wolfsong]

"Hey Rid, wanna tour the crackhouses? Great, climb in, I'll drop you off on my way to work!"

[nursecindy]

I remember one column where Dave was staying at Ridley's house. He was right in the middle of drinking a cup of coffee that Ridley had fixed when Ridley mentioned you could murder someone by poisoning the coffee grounds and no one would never know. If I ever go to Ridley's I'm staying on the ground and making my own coffee.