After a long day on campus -- lecturing, meetings,
helping students find advisors for the registration period -- I happened
into one of those new Cable Beach

restaurants for lunch. You know the ones, kind
of swanky but casual in the style that is reminiscent of the Euro-American
bistro movement. I ordered a pint of Kalik draft and a salad to go,
finally exhaling, looking forward to coming home and writing a lit

tle. Out of no where, I see a police car, people getting up and none
other than the Prime Minister darkening the doorway, effortless dimming
the lunch time chatter.

I

'

v

e written and spoke a lot about the Prime Minister
and his policies, but this was my f

irst time being in the same room with him. At
the risk of sounding like a political sycophant, to see him in person
humanized him....