STRANGERS ON A TRAIN

Yes, that’s me and Robert Redford taking a stroll in the wilds of southwest Idaho, after I tracked the Sundance Kid down and right after the elusive star agreed to grant me a longer audience when both of us returned to New York. And boy did he have a story to tell.

Maybe you remember it. That’s the one in which he said it wasn’t necessary to do drugs to get high. He’d been there, done that—with the Hopi Indians, no less. “GETTING HIGH NATURALLY WITH ROBERT REDFORD” the cover read. Massive scoop.

Redford

Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to enjoy it, because by the time it came out, I had met an-ex Coast Guardsman who had served as a lookout on one of the first CG cutters assigned to the Caribbean drug trade on the cross country train who persuaded me to write HIS even wilder story. Problem was, I didn’t know my co-author was actually IN the drug trade—and a psychopath to boot. By the time I did, it was too late…

Have you ever seen the 1951 Hitchcock movie “Strangers On A Train?” Well, I lived it. That’s the one where a psychopath played by Robert Walker recognizes a tennis star, played by Farley Granger, and talks him into “exchanging” murders with him—and Walker follows through on his end of the lethal deal?

Well, no one was killed because of the deal I made with the fast-talking stranger I met on the Amtrak Empire Builder, but by the time it was all over I certainly was ready to throttle him…

(To be continued…)

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