A CALL FROM CRANE, A CALL TO DANGER!
...Here I am, Pitfall Harry, plummeting toward the dark thunder of rushing water below...
and thinking of the night David Crane called. "I hope you're well-rested,' he had said.
Too rested, I said. I was ready for action. He asked if I'd heard tales of the legendary
lost caverns of Machu Picchu in Peru. Or of a roaring, uncharted underground tributary
of the Urubamba River replete with waterfalls and deadly electric eels. "Yes"' I said.
He asked if I knew of the infamous, cursed Raj Diamond. Or of the recent robbery of
gold bars from the U.S. Gold Bullion Depository in Fort Knox. And had I heard of
vampire bats? Poisonous frogs? Albino scorpions? The dreaded Andean condor?
"Yes,' I said. And could I still run? Climb? Jump? Could I... swim? "Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes."
"Good," said Crane." Then you'll do it?" "Of course," I said. If only I had known...