whom I had met at a bus stop in an entirely different neighborhood two nights previously, heading off to catch her flight home. She did not recognize me at first, because I look slightly different in my everyday Saturday clothes, wearing a baseball cap, than I look in a business suit. I reminded her who I was, and she filled me in on what it is like to hunt for a job as a newly-qualified lawyer in Paris, working from internship to internship and what it is like to practice law in Luxembourg. She said she could only form a vague impression about what she had seen on her trip, but she could not help but notice the gap between rich and poor. I assured her that we worry about that here, too.
When I arrived at the airport, I wished her a good flight home, and moved on to the check-in lines. The lines were filled with young chess champions, bearing trophies from the national schoolchildren's championship that Pittsburgh had hosted that weekend. There's something fun about 4 foot tall people carrying three foot tall trophies.
