Today, my dad would have turned 73. This year I want to share with you one of my favorite poems of his. He died at the age of 45, and this poem was published posthumously.
During our time in Dubai we went on a dune bashing adventure which included camel rides and a random owl interaction. Kurt wasn’t up for holding the owl, but I was: And of course our camel wasn’t headless but the camera was being a bit finicky with our friend, and we ended up with what … More Riding a Headless Camel and Owl Handling: Just Another Dubai Night