Jingle Bells in the Brenner Pass- Part 2

 (Read Part 1)

With the location of Christmas settled, plans were made for arrivals. My wife and I would depart from Cleveland in the evening on December 20th arriving in Torino (Turin) Italy in the late afternoon of December 21st. Our oldest son would arrive from China in Torino. This would give us two days before Christmas and my son in China had arranged for us to meet many of his friends during that period. But that was not to be.

When we arrived at the airport in Cleveland, many feelings returned from my days as a traveling lawyer. I was Infinite Elite Platinum on Continental, so I had spent many hours in airports and planes. I had forgotten in the last three years since I retired that this was a rather taxing experience. Suddenly our phone rang; it was our son calling VOIP from Italy. He asked whether we knew that our plane to Chicago which was in Dulles had its departure delayed due to the snow storm that had battered the east coast. I did not, but I would ask the gate agent, who was not aware of the delay and had not updated the departure board. I could not miss the irony that I was better informed than an airline employee due to information I was getting from Italy.

Those of you who travel a lot will recognize that airlines typically post extremely optimistic estimated departure times which are gradually revised to much later realistic times. This may be a result of a lack of information, but I often suspected that it was designed to discourage passengers from looking into switching to another carrier.

Of course, the departure time of our flight to Chicago was finally revised to a time that dashed any hope that we would connect with our Lufthansa flight to Munich. When it became clear that the United agent still expected that we would all still be going to Chicago, my Italian source of flight data pointed out it would be pointless, because there were no flights to get me to Italy until the next night.

 Read Part 1 of Larry's holiday travel experiences.

 

Jingle Bells in the Brenner Pass- part 1

 

What does this blog have to do with the legal profession? Absolutely nothing. But to my mind it is an unusual adventure worth sharing. It is the story of the 4 day effort of my wife and me to meet our two boys in Italy for the Christmas holidays.

Why Italy? Well in part this reflects the truth that the pollster, John Zogby describes in his recent book: The Way We Will Be. Although I met John for the first time a few months ago when he spoke to the Cleveland Council on World Affairs to which I belong, we have a common background. We come from the same city, Utica, New York where John still resides and we have common acquaintances. I even played high school football against his cousin.

In his book John describes the globalization of the generations of Americans in their mid thirties and younger. Our family, it appears, comes close to being the platonic ideal of that image. I spent a good deal of my legal career representing foreign interests before the US courts—most notably the challenge to the use of unitary taxing schemes by certain states, California in particular, upon the global income of foreign multinationals operating through subsidiaries in the state. This effort, the efforts to restrain US courts from their predilection to exercise universal jurisdiction on matters clearly beyond their purview, and the fact that I prominently displayed my Rome, Italy license plate and a picture of me on my Ducati in Rome, appears to have had its influence on my sons (see below).

The oldest is a 28 year old entrepreneur who now lives in China operating a business he started: www.attigohk.com . He is fluent in Mandarin, reasonably fluent in French and studying Cantonese. The youngest, resides and works in Italy where is responsible for exports at www.artesina.com . He is fluent in Italian, reasonably fluent in French and studying Bulgarian.

The problem for holidays was how to get together as a family for the holidays. We had not been together for some time since my oldest son had been in China for going on three years and the youngest was in Italy last Christmas. I was retired and the oldest owned his own company, so we had the most flexibility with schedules. Thus, Italy seemed to be the location for a family Christmas.

Larry Sailbra, Rome, Italy 1967