Dr. Jones

As a fictional character, you've probably seen me in various films, and no, being called a grave robber is slanderously inaccurate, in spite of the mountain of evidence to the contrary.

I do have a number of ancient flashlights that I've used to illuminate various burial chambers and megalithic catacombs from time to time, but most of those instances never made it onto film. My trusty old Daylo, given to me as a young fellow by an American officer during WWI, isn't a thrower, but it's just what's needed to illuminate a wall full of hieroglyphs or cave paintings without sooting the place up with a flaming torch; it's always had a place in my haversack.

Oh, and sorry for that last stinker of a movie; if my walker and I can handle it, we'll be shooting the next installment, tentatively entitled "Search for the Lavish Apology", sometime later in this century… or not.

Oh, my lumbago…

"It's not the years, honey, it's the calories…"