So, what am I taking to the desert island? Well, for starters, not many (probably any) books.

There are a couple of magazine subscriptions I prefer. And not the ones you may be thinking that I’m thinking of.

I watch the mailbox faithfully each month for my issue of Esquire, thank you. A man’s magazine, true, but tastefully done.

The folks interviewed inside are usually folks like Clint Eastwood or former unnamed U.S. Presidents.

And now to music. I’m all over the place here, all genres, artists etc.

Give me the Beatles one day, Coldplay the next. Throw in some Kid Rock and then George Strait.

So, I’m taking my iPod to the island with plenty of batteries. Just in case there is no place to plug up and recharge.

There are a few other things that would make life a little more enjoyable on an island, at least for me. An unlimited supply of Miller Genuine Draft Lite and ribeye steaks would be nice, thank you. Notice the Lite part.

Would not want to look to “fat and happy” when rescued, now would we? Dr Pepper mixed with Crown Royal over ice is also nice, just to change it up from time to time.

And lastly, but not least, send those two Olympic volleyball girls over about once a week. You know, the two that another unnamed president clearly enjoyed watching and meeting at the games.

They would fit perfectly on my island with all the sun, sand and ocean. I’ll keep my volleyball handy just in case. His name is Wilson.

Michael Campbell, Statesville, N.C.