The bucket list, that magical exercise in which even the most jaded of humankind loves to engage. Normally, it is about visiting exotic locales far from home, work and problems. Reykjavik and Bora Bora must be on many lists. When I first heard about this bucket list I scoffed, since I thought it was patently silly. But after time went by, I secretly started to put my list together.

Like many others, it was full of geographic locales: some places not yet visited and many re-visits, as I called them. You see, when I got into it, I had categories! Places never visited, re-visits, five-star hotels and restaurants, and then buried deep in the list, the oddities.

No, not jumping out of a plane or scaling Mount Kilimanjaro, but things much more attainable and possible. Climbing on the world’s fastest roller coaster was out; so was one of those vertical drop elevator-like rides. Even the venerable Space Mountain was out!

My last bucket list item turned a lot of eyebrows northward: It was to visit San Quentin prison. Through a contact at the prison, I made it. I was an inmate for 3.5 hours. Ka-check!

George Santulli,


NEW QUERY: Tell us about a time when you realized your impact on another person’s life.The Washington Post is partnering with the Public Insight Network (PIN) to hear more of your 100 percent true stories taken from your own experience. Submit your answer to the query here. By sharing your story, you become part of PIN — a network of more than 130,000 people who contribute to high-quality journalism. Editors will choose an entry to run in the Magazine, but we will also share more of your stories online. You can also submit to The Washington Post Magazine, 1150 15th St. NW, Washington, D.C. 20071. Include your daytime phone number. Recount your story in 250 words or fewer.