Nine years ago, three days after I graduated from college, my parents
took me to Logan Airport, where I flew off to Kiev, and eventually
Moscow and The Moscow Times.
This morning, a week after my brother graduated from college, my father
and I dropped him off at Logan for a flight to Chicago, where he’ll catch another one to Hong Kong. He’s
going to begin working as a trader there next week.
I’m thrilled for
him. What an opportunity. What a reward for years of hard work studying
Chinese and economics. What a wonderful time in his life.