By: Balu George I was at one of those roadside cafes. The kind where you can sit endlessly, Have a coffee or two, And watch the world go by. But I was not interested in the world, I was interested…

By: Gaither Stewart Damiano ignores the tourists standing four and five deep at the coffee and pastry counter up front, nods amicably at the cashier, and strides purposefully down the red- carpeted corridor that by now he knows centimeter by…