An Appreciation for a Simple Towel
After getting hooked on the HG2TG radio show at the dawn of the eighties, I bought myself a bright yellow towel and it has never left my side ever since. Threadbare and torn now, my towel has seen me through scorching deserts, filthy vermin-infested back alleys, lost in the woods in below-zero snowstorms and more than enough Texas panhandle twisters and thunderstorms. My towel has been my pillow, my blanket, my weapon of choice, my bandage, my sunscreen, my sustenance, my life-long friend. I dare not part with it. I have Douglas Adams to thank for imparting the wisdom of the simple towel.