Saturday, 1/10/26
This Tuesday, 1/13, my wife and I are flying to Cairo for a two week tour of Egypt. I'm writing to report my difficulty in believing this trip will happen - it's such a contrast to the quotidian routines of suburban LA. Here's a further twist: My 80th birthday will be in Cairo next Saturday. Am I part of a trend where Boomers seek a last hurrah, a special upset direct from the 60's, with Trump leading the way, making giant noises to prove he exists? Inside I ask, "Will anyone care that I'm in Cairo? Will it make a giant noise? Is there some meaning to it?" At the moment I'm not seeing much meaning to being anywhere, whether staring at the Great Pyramid of Giza over a sea of waving cell phones, or buying low-fat yogurt at the Woodland Hills Ralphs. Sorry to be so glum, but...you know, traveling to Egypt just as Trump's World War III is warming up. Timing is everything. Anyway, I don't know what to expect. I'll report again soon!
