I still remember the night before we flew to America for the first time. I think we had watched Fame on the TV. I remember my excitement that we would soon be visiting.
The memory I cannot shake, is the way the men gave up their jackets to we, women in evening dresses, when we were thrown out in the snow due to a fire alarm.
I always go back to old Winston Churchill. I know he has fallen out of favour a bit lately. He believed America would always come through in the end. Having an American mother, I reckon he probably knew about these things.