Laughter, the Same in Any Language

From East to West

  Last week I visited sunny Anaheim, California, for a conference. It’s amazing how different the west coast is from the east coast. New York is hustle, bustle, gritty, a bit dirty, with an amazing energy level. It’s go go go all the time, with people on all...
Laughter, the Same in Any Language

Reflections in New York

While in New York City I expected to see a lot of homeless people. It’s a big city, and that sadly seems to come with the territory. I was surprised how few I saw (I’m sure there’s a reason, one involving tourists and police and city image), and how...
Laughter, the Same in Any Language

A Stranger in New York City

  I met a man in New York City, in Grand Central Station. He was eating ice cream at a counter. I stood next to him and ordered a crepe. He smiled, and cleared off the stool next to him so I could sit down. I thought, in typical New York fashion, that I would eat...