In 2002 we became friends with a transplanted British Columbian named Frankie Moyle, a.k.a. Wolf Boy. He took us camping where the signs read “no trespassing, violators will be prosecuted”. He introduced us to Lamb Jakarta which he made himself. He almost killed my husband (who was in dress clothes) when he put him on a violent, unbroken horse. And, I have to say, we’ve never had more fun.
This is a man, so untamed and wild, a man of science who taught us that dolphins once beached themselves on land and sprouted limbs and walked upright. We met Frankie Moyle and things were never the same.
He is in Australia on vacation and it’s December 2nd, there (the official date of his birth). We begged him not to go scuba diving in Byron Bay, as the number of shark attacks are on the rise there. But he could not be persuaded. He said he hopes to die in the water, facing a great white or perhaps a pointer shark. So here’s hoping he’s alive and well and enjoying his birthday surrounded by friends and other cold blooded animals. Happy Birthday, Frankie Moyle!