Egad! If you must allow Paul Conrad to dangle himself under a balloon at 14,000 feet while ricocheting off mountain tops, for Pete's sake don't tell us about it.
I always thought Conrad, like the President, probably lived his life behind reinforced concrete, surrounded by armed guards. The vision of him crash-landing in a snake-infested desert in the dark of night just doesn't make my day.
I wish someone down there at The Times would pay more attention to what he is doing on his days off. Paul Conrads don't grow on trees, you know!