Friday, June 29, 2012. He emerged from a refrigerator into an oven. Looking at the weather app on his phone, the temperature read 102 in red. Funnily enough, he enjoyed the blistering heat nearly as much as the blissfully cold environs of the coffee house. It had been a cleansing afternoon. Words exchanged, steam released. He provided a sounding board, his pal equally amenable . As he drove, he felt as if it mi.

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Egypt, Mubarak and Me. Me, in Egypt, in 2005. This is a cross-listed post. With some edits it ran as a column. My cell phone bleeped Friday morning, as I got into my car on my way to work.

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