Saturday afternoon I gathered the necessities for the backyard adventure; sleeping bag, flashlight, firecrackers, and just in case we got attacked by a pack of rabid dogs-a BB gun. In the spirited mind of a boy, Illinois back then was a wilderness. A rugged no man's land of wild beasts and unspeakable dangers. No place for a tenderfoot. Meet Frank Nightlinger, an ordinary, middle-aged man who feels as if the world's best adventures have...