Five... roads lead out from the city of Luzern, Switzerland like bent spokes on a bike wheel. After a grey morning shivering through the Medieval streets, ducking out of the rain to browse centuries-old bookstores and contemporary clothing boutiques, we stand on the edge of the ice blue lake and look...

Six... ...hours until the next train arrives, I think as I watch the aging coaches slip past and continue west. As the din of the engine leaves me alone on the platform I start to wonder if my adventurous nature has gotten the better of me this time. Here I am, standing in the rusty train depot...

Seven...
...the number of minutes it takes for a fox to catch and devour a squirrel. How do I know this? Not by watching the Discovery Channel, I promise you.

On a blustery January day more fit for drinking cocoa and watching movies than sight-seeing, I found myself walking with a friend across the...

Eight...
...pounds, as in the weight of the steaming, devil-red lobster (pronounced "lawbstah" here in Portland, ME) laying before us. On a sunny June day, with hardly a whisp of a cloud in the sky, there is no better place to be than sitting dockside overlooking the icy Casco Bay. I run the numbers...

Nine...
...the number of American players left exhausted on the field 17 June '06 during a blood-thirsty and well-fought opening round World Cup game against Italy. Brian McBride suffered a bloody cheek due to a malicious Italian elbow, but we were the ones fearing blood, as two of the outnumbered Americans...