is becoming aware of the goals and interests of people outside the USA that are common to us. Spent a week in Calgary for the 88 Winter Olympics. At night the city became a small town with all the restaurants filled with people from all around the planet. Even though the languages were different somehow we could communicate. Alcohol helped. But it seemed like we all shared common problems and hopes for our families and for our respective leaders. It was a special time that I will always keep with me.
Somehow my wife and I ended up on a ski run with the Norwegian racers at Lake Louise during one of their training runs. Naturally we ran across one of their coaches in a bar in Calgary who did not seem too happy with our interference. All good after a few beers. Indeed a lot of laughs about our politics and those of the Soviets.
We're not all that different. And maybe that's the beauty of the Olympics.
