On Wednesday, I went to lunch with a former employee and her fiancé. She moved to England on me about a year ago, and was back for a visit. It was a pleasant lunch, filled with interesting conversation about the differences between living in the U.S. in contrast to the U.K. In particular, we discussed price differences for plane tickets, bus fare, trains rides, and the mass-transit systems in general. And while they don't live in London, the day before they departed, they spent the afternoon visiting London and taking many pictures. So during our lunch I looked through the many photos of London they had taken. They were quite nice, and made me want to hop on a plane and go see it all myself.
So as you might imagine, it was a very strange feeling when, less than 24-hours later, I found myself watching in shock the coverage of the terror strikes on the London mass-transit system. It's such a shame that my memory of that lunch is now tainted. I'll never be able to think of the meal and its pleasantries on their own merits without being reminded of the day following. Such a shame.
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