Another bizarre picture that somehow resurfaced from the abyss. Here I am nine years ago in the Sheikh Zayed Masjid in Abu Dhabi, which must have been early during my sabbatical year there. Who is that guy, and why is he so thin (and why am I not)?
It also has left me feeling more than a bit whimsical and bittersweet. Stuck here in the middle of the pandemic this upcoming sabbatical is apparently not going to be featuring a semester in Palestine, but instead I'll be stuck here in Vermont and will feature two or three surgical procedures on my knees and hip. I suppose I led an interesting life one time, although I can't seem to remember when.
He probably had good knees as well, the unfeeling bastard.
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