Calgary: Loonies and Leaders

By | 2018-01-19T21:05:00+00:00 November 21st, 2011|

I was in my hotel at the University of Calgary, asking the man at the reception desk to change a Canadian ten dollar bill for a five and five singles. “Of [...]

Our Man in Amsterdam

By | 2018-01-19T21:01:44+00:00 March 26th, 2011|

When I was doing various interviews in Ireland and the UK, they would ask me where I was heading next. “Amsterdam,” I’d tell them. “Oh – behave!” they’d joke. They said [...]

A Nation of Butlers

By | 2018-01-19T21:01:52+00:00 March 23rd, 2011|

I’ve spent a lot of time in England – really I have – and I have friends and family there. It doesn’t feel exotic; it feels more homey than anything else. I know London well. And yet I cannot go to England and not instinctively think everybody sounds like butlers. They could be selling gum, but more often it’s the ones who are giving directions. The guys at the airport. As them where the baggage carousel is, and it’s like you’re the King of Siam. “Right around the corner there, sir, and make a left. Did you come in from Ireland?” I tell them I did. “Your baggage will be on carousel one or two, then.” How can you not love this country? And why aren’t we all talking like this? I felt like I was about to board a steamer.

Mile High

By | 2018-01-19T20:50:35+00:00 February 7th, 2011|

Notwithstanding the smell of hot molten plastic emanating from the Crocs™ store, I really like the Denver airport. They’ve got people just to help you get to where you need to go, or tell you which security line is shorter, for example. Though, on the downside, they also have people dressed remarkably similarly to these helpful people who are pushing the United Airlines American Express.

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