In the spring of 1999 I took the first of several business trips to Dublin, Ireland. The journey itself was a delight. KLM Airlines. For some reason, I was allowed to fly Business Class—that exclusive section of a passenger plane where those lucky enough to sit there receive small but welcome gifts like napkins thicker than wet tissue paper and utensils…
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