The Movie: An American Werewolf in London, 1981 (John Landis, screenwriter and director)
Who says it: David Schofield as an anonymous dart player in a country pub
The context: The dart player says this to David (David Naughton) and Jack (Griffith Dunne), American students hiking around England. Of course, David and Jack wind up on the moors, where a terrible fate awaits them.
How to use it: Good travel advice, even in werewolf-free areas.
Dizzy and I are on our way south this morning. The goal is Washington, DC, which I expect to hit around 10:00 tonight.
We'll see how Dizzy does when he realizes this is another long car trip. He was thrilled to see the Beetle again, when I got it back after the accident; every day since then, he trots right over to the car to say hello and pee on a tire.
Last night I met Mary and Jerry Maschino at a wine-tasting at the A1-to-Go. It was the last time I'll see them until spring, because they head south for the entire winter. Mary gave me an amazing book from her father's collection: Adrift on an Ice Pan, the 1909 memoir of a medical missionary to the Labrador coast. I love stories of Arctic and Antarctic adventure, and this book is such a treat I want to read it a page at a time, so it lasts longer. This Dr. Grenfell might have done better to stay on the road, but if he had, who would remember him now?