I'm thinking today, for no good reason, of an encounter I had at a Dublin airport many years ago. This was on a year when Bloomsday (June 16) fell on a weekend -- I believe on a Sunday. I had freed my US bound schedule for a few days and flew to Dublin, arriving on a Friday. I was not in a relationship at the time, so I arrived alone. Further, I was not dressed in attire that would suggest I was there for any business purpose. So ... I was a youngish man, traveling alone, dressed casually, and this might have been enough to put me on somebody's radar as a possible trouble maker who needed to be questioned. The usually casual question, "business or pleasure, sir" turned into something more searching. I found myself explaining not only that I was there for Bloomsday but that, yes I was sort of familiar with Ulysses . I was asked to name some major characters. I started up and listed four before I was interrupted by an obviously satisfied security guard. Perha...