As I travel along at 150mph on a train from Rome to Florence, I look around and wonder if one of the people sitting close to me is offended by me. No, I’m not grotesque and I don’t smell. At least not by European standards. In fact I smell pretty good compared to most of the travelers around me. No, the object of their offense is not my appearance or my aroma. Nor is it my obvious Mid-Western if not slightly Southern accent, which almost certainly sets me apart as an American. What is this characteristic that may offend those …read more