Amused Musings On A Slightly Absurd World

The dictator is dead.  All  the hoopla has reminded my of I trip I took to Egypt in 1988 as a high school exchange student.  I had a host family and was able to hang out with the friends of my host family’s teen-aged daughters.  One of the friends was an teenager who I believe was from Lebanon.  Over 20 years later I remember him for two reasons.  First, he had the most beautiful red-brown skin that I had ever seen.  And his hair was the same color.  I have never seen anyone else with that skin tone.  Secondly, the boy couldn’t really speak any English and my Arabic was comprised of helpful phrases like “where’s the bathroom.”  Anyway, when we met, he smiled at me with his beautiful skin and pearly whites and said “F–k Qadaffi!”And we bonded instantly.  I suppose this sentiment has remained relevant to this very day.