No, it hasn’t been 4 years. I’m sure of it.” “Four-and-a-half to be exact.” The voice coming out of the receiver was firm, almost authoritarian. I paused to count 4-and-a-half years on my fingers. In the silence, my computer guy continued.   “What you need is an upgrade,

I have a friend who is averse to reading emails.  That makes it difficult for us to arrange to meet for coffee because I’m averse to telephones.  As spies we’d do dismally.  How would we come together long enough to arrange a dead drop, a place where we would leave and pick up