One of my flaws as a reporter for The Sun is that I see no reason a good story should have a news hook. This is not a flaw John Lindner, multimedia editor emeritus, shares, as you can see from the following Shallow Thought Wednesday: ...
I can swim, and have, extensively. But no more.
The exploits of Ms. Hoff and Mr. Phelps assure me that swimming is in good hands. It doesn't need me.
But during the build up to the Olympic games, and now with the swimming news out of Beijing, a question from the past has become a nag: Suppose I was marooned on an uncharted (or more likely charted and ignored) island. For two weeks I eat nothing but nuts and berries. I'm famished, but delighted to have lost some weight. And then I come across a wild pig. Not because I was hunting it, mind you; I'm more the "gatherer" type. The pig came upon me because the ocean is rising and the pig realizes we have only about 10 hours before our island is under water. Long story short, I coax the pig onto a spit, roast it, and eat it, finishing off the last bits just before feeling the salt water splash over my feet.
My question: how long should I wait to swim after eating?
(Photo by Rosemary McClure/Los Angeles Times)