To: KLP who wrote (189300 ) 1/3/2010 4:50:04 PM From: SmoothSail Read Replies (3) | Respond to of 225578 I started a bucket list when I was around 18 after listening to a guy, whose name escapes me right now, talk about his list of the 100 things he wanted to do before he died. He wrote a book about it. His list was a little more ambitious than mine in that he wanted to get really good at everything he tried - he played professional football, boxed professionally, played on a major league baseball team, etc. Famous man, just can't remember his name right now. I wanted to get proficient at every sport, which introduced me to skiing, kayaking/canoeing and sailing that all became my favorites. Traveling to every continent was on the list but I fell short of reaching that, even though I've been to practically every place I ever wanted to visit. I wanted to sail around the world - didn't make that either, although I put in a lot of blue water time. I wanted to learn how to play every instrument and got pretty close to achieving that. Then write a song, get it produced and play all the instruments. Check - except for the drums. Write, produce, direct a movie (and do the soundtrack) - well it was a documentary, but that counted. It's been on the History Channel a few times. Write a book. Didn't think that would ever happen but it has. Even though my name will only be on it as the editor, I ghost wrote a book that is coming out in May published by Simon and Schuster. Learn how to take a good picture: Won the L.A. Press Photographer's Best Picture of the Year Award for a picture I took of a rescue worker carrying a torso wrapped in a yellow slicker (it was raining) after a United Airline crash in the ocean. What made the picture was the look on the guy's face as he was coming down the ramp of a boat. Clete Roberts, who was a well known reporter, was standing behind me and said, "If you want to get a good picture, ask him what he's carrying." So I did and the guy flashed me a dirty look for asking such a stupid question. That dirty look he gave me, translated into pain on the picture. An interesting side note on that story. The plane crashed right after takeoff during a heavy storm. All the press had assembled in a room at the Coast Guard station in Marina del Rey. Some enterprising local boat owners came in saying that for $20, they'd take anyone who wanted to go out to the crash site. EVERYONE of them, except for Clete Roberts and me went out. As expected, everyone of them got seasick, got no pictures and no story. It was pitch black and was pouring rain. The only coverage was Clete Roberts on KTLA that night and my picture on the front page of the LA Times the next day. Lots of other stuff on the list but I've said enough