Me, I “retired” from a desk in Keyport to a desk in Sea Water Lab U of Calif — same desk I had had fifteen years ago, can you think of anything sillier? Only on Saturday do I go to the beach, rain or shine, run (as you run at 82, not fast) and that’s the only day I live. I envy you in your mountain cabin. I envy your hard muscles. Keep it up! Cram for the finals? Don’t worry. Not you. Sometimes I go to sufi events. Why? Then in the middle of a dozing dribble my name is called, “Do you remember that, Shamcher? In Suresnes?” Pir Vilayat is interrupting his beautiful guided meditation to play hommage [sic] this old desk-fellow.
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