Thursday, August 03, 2006

Gone Fishing

I once had a vivid dream that Fidel Castro decided "hell with it all," and just walked away from his job as dictator of Cuba. He traded his fatigues for a Hawaiian-print shirt, grabbed a cigar and a couple of poles, and hopped on a deep-sea fishing boat just as it as leaving Havana for a long, relaxing fishing trip.

I took it as a lesson that even the most committed of us should remember that life does not equal work. Every once in a while we should take the time to step back and reconnect with our true selves.

Above: Fidel trades fishing stories with Ernest Hemingway (that's what the caption says...see more pics from the early years of the Cuban revolution in the Yale archives, including pictures of Fidel and his brother Raul trying and executing peasants.)

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