Post-Cold War Generation

Photos from the train to St. Petersburg: my son and a sweet, bright young Russian boy bonding over hand-held electronic games...

...and, of course, chess. I would never have dreamed such a moment possible when I was their age: Russia v. the U.S. engaged in a peaceful game. No language needed.

Ok, people: these single-digit-age kids can do it. Now can we all just get along?

(This, by the way, was probably one of my favorite moments of the entire trip.)