Having forced Stephen Smoot into exile in the frozen north and compelled him to study Egyptology there, I was interested to notice, last night, that our flight path took us very close to Toronto, the small, remote Inuit village where he lives during the academic year.
I checked the temperature outside the aircraft, and it was seventy-five (75) degrees below zero.
Seventy-five degrees!
In June!
And that was south of Toronto. Think how much colder it would be further north!
I tell you, it was almost enough to soften my hard heart. Almost. If I had a conscience, I imagine that this might cause me some discomfort.
Posted from Richmond, Virginia
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