Late in the afternoon of the last day we played, I was lying behind a berm looking across a field, when one of the enemy suddenly stood up about 50 yards away. I squeezed off a shot before I got the message that he was calling time—end of combat.
When we got together he showed me where my shot had hit him—square on the bridge of his nose; he had already taken off his glasses. We rode our bikes home and later he came over to show me the BB he had picked out of the corner of his eye. I've never shot at anything but a target since.
Dan Levin should be congratulated for staying on the trail of the meteoric Dr. Robert Arnot for more than a few hours (What's Up? Doc., Oct. 19).
What a guy this Arnot is—roller-skating, windsurfing, cycling, running, flying, dancing and doctoring blithely along while the rest of us poor slobs worry and fret. If I could catch him, I'd grab him by the sleeve of his white coat and ask how much time he took with the family of that stroke victim before he went back and "worked the phones." It's all right, Bob. After all, you're a lot like all of us, except you're better at it. You live nowhere in particular and you do everything. By filling a life with constant activity, it's easy enough to ignore the fact that it's devoid of meaning.
For heaven's sake, there's an energy crisis on. This kind of showing off is just the new form of conspicuous consumption. Bob should learn to spend his resources more wisely. He might even consider stopping to smell the roses.
ROBERT W. OLDS, M.D.
Dr. Robert Arnot may be a daring and fascinating fellow and a great deal more, but to this pilot he sounds like an accident looking for a place to happen.
After reading about his exploits, such as buzzing his lady friend's house, making a low-visibility approach to an airport while running out of fuel and flying at altitudes where decision-making abilities are severely impaired because of oxygen deprivation, I'm dead sure of one thing—I wouldn't fly with him. And knowing that he is charging along up there, blowing on his toy trumpet, romancing his companion and apparently paying more attention to a telephone conversation than to a controller, I'm even uneasy about sharing the same sky with him.
RICHARD W. MORSE
West Chester, Pa.
Bob Arnot has to be one of the most complete and fulfilled human beings on this planet. Combining a genuine contribution to humanity with a passion for endurance sports must heighten this man's insight to levels I only wish I could experience.
Dr. Robert Arnot is my idol. I want to be like him when I grow up.