Pockets of Excellence

We had just landed after a short hop from Orlando to Atlanta, and we have about 90 minutes to make our connection to Cape Town.  Stepping off the plane we are approached by a man saying, “are you Mr Osman?” “No,” I say. “Yes”, says  Jackie, my wife. “Oh, here we go,” I think. I look at Jackie and say, “why am I Mr Osman exactly?” “Because, he has a sign that says,  Mr Opperman,” READ MORE