Knock-Knock Juice

Perhaps one of the best things about having children is that you can teach them about all of the things that you love and hope that they too will garner an appreciation for those things. For me, one of those things is my love of egg nog. Seriously, if they made egg nog all year ’round I’d drink it all year ’round. it is just that good.

When my son was (much) younger, I introduced him to egg nog, and he too developed an affinity of it. However, he couldn’t quite say “egg nog” and it wound up coming out as “Knock Knock” which then became “Knock Knock Juice.” Today when I was at the store I spotted a display of egg nog signifying the unofficial start to the holiday season for me.

Needless to say, I bought a half gallon of it, and drank some when I got home. Dylan, I’m sorry that you are not here to share this with me, but as I’m drinking it, I’m thinking of you!

The Perfessor

Dylan has landed

Well, Dylan, my world traveler, is home for the summer. He arrived last night sometime after 8:30 P.M. bearing flowers for his Mom, and still in time for Chinese food. He regaled us with stories from college and filled us in on his (immediate) plans for the Summer. After Dinner, we helped him unload the car, and yeah, he somehow managed to fit all of this in the vehicle with him.

Yeah, it is good to have him home again, even if it only for a (relatively) brief time.

The Perfessor

The World Traveler returns home

As many of you know, my son Dylan, while a sophomore at Syracuse University, attending school overseas at the American University in Cairo he actually spent some time in Tahrir Square during the protests. Well, as it turns out, he was interviewed (again) about his experiences while there. This time, his interview appeared in The Hour (our local newspaper).

The paper requires you to register to read the paper, but if you don’t want to do that, I’ve scanned the article and am posting it here.

The Perfessor

The Last Days in Cairo

My son, Dylan (who up to about a week ago) was attending American University in Cairo, was interviewed by a freelance journalist in the days just prior to his departed from the country to the relative safety of Istanbul, here is a link to that article:

They woke up late and bleary in the morning, the day protesters were calling the Friday of Anger. It was after 11 a.m., and they walked to a breakfast place called Kazaz, where for less than two dollars you could order an omelet, ful, falafel, tea and bread. During the meal, uniformed police entered the restaurant; they glowered at customers and searched the bathrooms. Just before 1 p.m., the boys saw green rugs unrolled and people kneeling in prayer. Dylan said there was a sense of anticipation in the air.

Well, he is safe now, is attending the American University of Beirut and settling back into the routine of going to school in a new place.

The Perfessor.

Flight from Egypt (part Deux)

Here is an update on my son, the world traveler. As I indicated, he and his friends made it safely out of Cairo (just before all ofothe serious violence brokle out). They made it back to the school, grabbed up as much of their gear thyw were allowed to carry, and then hi-tailed it to the airport (all of the travel courtesy of American University who provided them with a car).

here is an excerpt from the blog of one of his friend’s as posted by the kid’s mom.


The tanks cover Tahrir Square and people are all over them. There are burned out cars and it’s a party atmosphere, though there is a feeling that things could get out of hand. Luckily they never do but we are surrounded by burning buildings and burned out car, there are men with souvenirs from the riot police and one man with a machete. We climb on the tanks, take a few photos and then go back.

Pick up 8 egg sandwiches from a sandwich cart which is for some reason in the area and go back home to bed, minus one sandwich for the bawab. Just before we get into our apartment it begins to rain and there is a moment of common euphoria in the street. We shake hands and exchange pleasantries with some Egyptians in the streets. A good omen Insha’allah.”

Yeah, I liked that part of the pics on the tanks as well.

Anyway, once out, they landed in Istanbul (but were “abandoned” at the airport. Good thing Dylan had vacationed there during last semester so he knew the location of a youth hostel). Once there they had cell and Internet service and were able to contact us again. After a couple of days, his friends went off to where they were headed, and Dylan was able to move into an AU dorm to hang out on University with other students and plan his next move, which is to the AU in Beirut, Lebanon to finish out the year.

Yeah, Beirut.

Now you all know why I drink.

The Perfessor

(not so) Live from Cairo

I may or may not have mentioned this previously, but my 19-year-old son, Dylan, who is a sophomore at Syracuse University chose to study abroad this year. He changed his major to International relations, Public Policy with a concentration in the Mid-East, and transfered to the American University in Cairo, Egypt for the year. He spent his first semester there, traveling around a bit during his off days (to Dubai — where he went “snow” skiing, indoors, in a mall. to Istanbul, and to some other places.)

During the Winter break, he went to Israel to visit his mother’s cousins who are living there (and made a surprise visit home to see us for two weeks, before returning to Israel to travel around a bit more). Upon returning to Egypt just before the start of school, something, ah “interesting” happened. If you’ve been watching the news you have some inkling of what that is.

Well, if you need me to draw you a map, the people of Egypt (who have been under an oppressive regime for the past 30 years) began to demand that their president, Hosni Mubarak, step down and allow for free, democratic elections. The took to the street in a series of ever-escalating demonstrations that, well, ultimately resulted in riots and, well, turn on your TV. Now you see, my son is a Poli-Sci major, and he’s been studying, and writing about this very thing for some four months, and now he is witnessing it happen all around him. Want to guess what he did?

Yep, that’s right. He and a few friends left the relative security of the Dorm and went downtown to (as it turns out) another friend’s apartment about a block away from where the demonstrations were taking place. Which they used as a base for the next several days as they witnessed this history-in-the-making event…

…from street level.

Yeah, that’s right, they left the apartment to wander around the streets of Cairo to witness first-hand what was going on in the city. The took pictures, they talked to people and witnessed the world around them change.

After a couple of days of this, and with the violence level rising (the Internet and cell phones turned off) the school first delayed the start of school then finally canceled it altogether and pulled their respective students out. Dylan and his buddies finally got the hint, headed back to their dorm, grabbed what gear they could carry, and caught a University bus to the airport where they were given VIP status, moved to the head of the line and evaced on the first plane outta Dodge.

They wound up in Istanbul (where he is as I write this), as they planned their next step. All of the kids made arrangements to transfer to other overseas universities to finish out the year (where Dylan is going is still a bit up in the air, more as we know). Still, he is safe and we’ve spoken to him a number of times.

Oh yeah, while he was ther he was interviewed by the NY Times, the BBC and some freelancer who works for the Village Voice and Rolling Stone. Some of his pictures wound up on the BBC article while others wound up in the blog of the mother of one of his friends. Here is a link for more.

The opening pictures in this post are from last semester, the last three are from the last couple of days.

Yes, I’m glad he is safe, yes I’m glad he was there, yes I’m glad he is safe, and right about now, I need a drink. Who’s buying?

The Perfessor