Finding My Son in the Madness of Cairo

It’s chaos down there, and he’s got the town by the balls.

In 1995, when I was just 21 years old, my ex-wife and I had a son and named him Alex. He was born with an ethereal beauty, like a serene and tiny elf creature; but as he grew into his second stage of infancy he was known in Portland for standing up in his stroller with a gigantic smile on his face and howling with joy as we pushed him down the center of the South Park Blocks. Now 26 years old, living on his own in the ancient metropolis of Cairo as a freelance English…