Thursday, January 15, 2009

In August 2008 I was planning on linking up with a vertebrate paleontologist friend in New Mexico. But while doing some sit ups in Denver I pulled something in my lower back and that ended a great trip.

Weird coincidence: in the middle of Nowhere, Missouri, at a gas pump, I recognized someone.

"Hell, I know that back," I said to myself and just waited.

Yup, when the guy came back it was my paleo friend Bob Sullivan.

Our paths didn't cross in Santa Fe, but they did near Rolla, Missouri. I think we spent way too much laughing about what our aging bodies had done to us over the last two decades. In 1990 Bob and I spent time collecting vertebrate fossils in the badlands of New Mexico, close to Farmington.

Where did the years go?

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