It was 1979. I was off to a conference in Pittsburgh. This was before the days of non–stop flights to the US. I had to go from Sydney to Auckland, Honolulu, Los Angeles, Chicago, Cleveland and finally to Pittsburgh. I arrived at my hotel at 2am after 32 hours of travelling. Not feeling much like sleep I went to the bar. I exchanged greetings with the few that were there, downed a ‘Bud’ and headed off to bed for the few hours that were left.
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