Not having grown up in academia, I admit to a uninformed view of faculty sabbaticals. My visions of faculty lounging on white sand beaches in comfy beach chairs, watching gorgeous sunsets, sipping sweet tropical drinks are perhaps best captured by Bruce Cockburn in his song, “Last Night of the World:” I’m sipping Flor De Caña andContinue reading “Flor de Caña”
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