Sydney is one of 'those' cities - one that should be visited at least once - for us Yanks for sure.
The hotel is a mix of old and new. Old brick facade one side of the lobby, contemporary, updated architecture the other.
The service is impeccable; Cultural mix, multidimensional - West and East meeting at the crossroads.
As much as I expected to feel the flow of a culture and get some MpS vibe going on the other side of the international date line, two hemispheres away, I did not expect to discover, to see what I saw: National pain, wrapped with Dignity, Respect, and Honor.
You see, the news of the day included Quantas grounding their entire, world-wide fleet, over some union troubles - inconvenient, yes. But the somber mood expressed to a nation and from a nation was word of three Australian soldiers being killed in Afghanistan.
This struck me. Afghanistan is OUR war. Fun loving Aussie's aren't suppose to get blown up.
Emotions riled through me - sadness, remorse, and just when I was feeling a bit guilty, the Prime Minister of Australia takes center stage in a nationally broadcast news conference to specifically address the death of these three brave soldiers.
I had never heard her speak before - hell, I didn't even know Australia had Prime Ministers. But there she was, addressing the press. Steadfast, articulate, knowledgeable - when she knew the facts she stated them, when she didn't know the facts, she said so - she did not mislead, there was no grey area in her responses.
As I listened, drawn, almost hypnotized in a moment of refreshing confidence, I noticed another aspect.
She wasn't using a teleprompter.
My embarrassment over pulling friends into our fight gave way to shame, then to anger.
Was I pissed over a war "we shouldn't be in"? No. The bad-guys took down my Towers and killed fellow sales people while they drank Starbucks.
It was the absent teleprompter that got me...

