In Security
I’d stopped in Amsterdam for a few days R & R after a particularly long business trip to Berlin. Just three days here. But enough to decompress. A nice little hotel overlooking one of the canals, Nutella on my breakfast toast, campari at a sidewalk café, watching puppeteers in the square, and a few visits to the wonderful women’s bars…ah, yes, it was what I needed to shake off the tension of Berlin before going back to the insanity of New York.
Amsterdam is known for its tight airport security. Long waits while luggage is being checked and searched are not uncommon. So, there I was, dragging the suitcase that contained my business drag and hefting my backpack over my shoulder, ready to return home from another successful, though predictably uneventful, business trip. I looked
