June 1985 finds me in a French rail car heading to Paris. I am leaving Caen and the Normandy coast to start the last leg of this three week journey. It is time to head home. I had walked through the streets of Bayeux, Caen, and a number of small villages, most whose...

I worked several years for the US State Department in Sao Paulo, Brazil, and my apartment was five blocks from the Consulate. Because of the traffic pattern in the area, it was quicker to walk to the Consulate than to drive. On the way to work, I walked by Paulista...