Five Years Ago Today...

Bob and Terra and I were headed home from the annual Northern California Newfoundland water test, enjoying a leisurely drive south via the scenic route: Highway 1. It's a classic road trip, one of the world's most spectacular drives. A twisting, turning ribbon of asphalt, poured into the contours of clifftops along the extreme western edge of a continent. If you're headed south, it's better to be driving. On the passenger side, there's nothing between you and the sea otters below but hundreds of feet of air and salt spray. Still, it was easy to relax that day and count our blessings. Life is good, I said to Bob, and he agreed. Winding along through Big Sur under a perfect blue sky, glittering ocean on our right, tumbling green hills on our left, sweet Terra napping in the back seat, all seemed right with the world. Relatively speaking, it was. Five years ago today. September 10, 2001.

Crikey!

What a sad day. "Crocodile Hunter" Steve Irwin has been killed in a freak accident with a stingray while filming another of his daring wildlife features in Australia. He was only 44. Stabbed in the heart by the sharp, serrated and toxic tail of a normally docile animal. How ironic and untimely an ending for a man the whole world has known for his enthusiastic encounters with all sorts of deadly, aggressive creatures, from spiders to snakes to Komodo dragons to, of course, crocodiles. When I first heard the news on the radio this morning, I thought it had to be a mistake. Surely Steve Irwin was immortal; if not, he would've been killed long ago. But no, it was all too real. I think of Terri, his wife, co-star and co-conservationist, and their two young children, now deprived of his enormous and passionate presence in their lives. It's just so sad. Not a bit sadder, of course, than the loss of four more U.S. soldiers in Iraq yesterday. We just don't know them. Or even feel like we do.