I was on a train from Naples to Rome, first class, when I saw a guy I vaguely recognized. For some reason, it came to me that his name was Jeff. I thought maybe he was married to a friend in New York or something.
â€œExcuse me,â€ I said (traveling in a foreign country gives you license to be bolder than at home). â€œBut is your name Jeff?â€
â€œYesâ€¦It is,â€ he said, sort of startled but polite. We then began the name game. â€œAre you from New York?â€ I asked, and he nodded. He said he was an Read more