I was talking to some of my musician friends about how I didn’t think you could really escape a subterranean cave through the conduit of an active volcano by riding in a giant clam shell and being pushed up and out the throat of the volcano by a lava eruption.
And even if you could — and you survived being thrown through the air a great distance and landed in a tree — that you could remain totally unhurt yet suffer the loss of your pantaloons.
And they all looked at me funny.
Musicians are weird.
[Side note: I recently introduced this classic movie to my grandson. He wasn’t very excited by my choice. But he was soon hooked and really liked it. Journey To The Center Of The Earth, 1959.]