There's no way to make this pretty. Thirty years ago today—Monday, February 23, 1987—I was arrested at Calgary International Airport, by the Royal Canadian Mounted Police. (Disappointingly, no horses were involved.) I had not awakened that day planning to commit a crime. I ended the day in jail.
Perhaps tempting fate, I began my celebration today debarking from an international flight in ReykjavÃk, Iceland. (The flight had landed without incident.) I am now writing this post on a patio at the Blue Lagoon spa, having just spent an hour drifting around the hot-spring-fed pool with my wife, sometimes with silica mud or algae on our faces. It just started to snow.
You, on the other hand, can celebrate with me by picking up a copy of my memoir, The Accidental Terrorist, which explains what happened before, during, and after that fateful arrest. All ebook versions are on sale for only 99 cents! Prices are slashed on signed print editions too!
Share the gospel. Tell your friends. Happy anniversary, wherever you are.
