A baggage handler in an orange shirt arranges suitcases on the carousel at Delhi's Terminal 3

The Airport That Never Loses Your Bag

A process can be copied. A checklist can be shared. But the thing that makes someone arrange a stranger's bag at 4am, thirty years in, with nobody watching and no applause coming, that cannot be transferred in a training manual. It has to be believed. One airport understood this. The results speak for themselves.
White sculpture of a seated figure on a garden bench, gazing sideways, with bougainvillea and trees in the background.

Someone Called Me Names

Someone called me a flâneur last week. I thanked her, because that seemed like the right thing to do. Then I went home and looked it up.

7 stones

Herd Wisdom !

Salted history

On the Wall : Ilusory Irony !