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a kindred spirit

A few years ago, I read a book about the closely related chimpanzee and bonobo apes that rocked my world. In “Our Inner Ape”, Frans DeWaal describes a hierarchical power struggle within the polity of ape colonies that so closely resembles the human societal structure that the near kinship between chimps, bonobos and homo-sapiens becomes hard to deny. From the periodic political upheavals to the nature of the patriarchal/matriarchal command, to the general monkey-business that persists between the sexes, the chimpanzee and bonobo apes seem to share the wholesale array of human behavioral traits (not to mention 98% of our DNA). And Mr. DeWaal makes a masterful case to this effect. Yet in the years since my initial reading of “Our Inner Ape” and my subsequent readings on the topic, I had never had the opportunity to see these apes in person. So it was with much anticipation that I recently visited the famous San Diego Zoo, home to one of only a few bonobo colonies in the
As good fortune would have it, I met there a fellow ape enthusiast who would accelerate my acquaintance with the
Seeing these bonobos in the flesh was like a great polishing to what I have come to know of them from books. These animals are delightfully beautiful and it saddens me to learn that they are only expected to exist in wilds of


an old friend

During a recent trip to Southern California, I was visited by a friend I hadn’t seen in 18-years. Tony had been a good pal of mine in high school and we spent a great deal of time hanging out, looking for trouble and otherwise surviving the adolescent experience. But different paths lead in different directions and we eventually lost track of one another. Thanks to the internet, Tony found the Mountainplayer website and dropped me a line. I was surprized to hear his story: a service tour as an Airborne Ranger in the U.S. Army, a double-major in college, five kids, and a career in finance down in So Cal.
So when I then made my way down to Carlsbad, California from my home in Utah, Tony paid me a long awaited visit. We met for a surfing session at the so-called “Carlsbad Pipeline” beach. I may be a lousy surfer and Tony may have been out of practice, but these technical difficulties didn’t stop us from having an awesome afternoon. Tony and I had a lot of catching up to do and did this while we caught one wave after the next, surfing well into the dusk following a classic Pacific sunset. Good times.
