Cleveland Heights has been my home for the last eighteen months. Previously, I was living in Paris, before that in London. France and England respectively, not Texas and Canada. In Paris, I was working as an English teacher. Most of my students were professionals, learning English for professional reasons, many of whom were readying themselves for their first work-related meetings with Americans. So, naturally, a large part of the lessons consisted of cultural coaching which proved a lot of fun for an Englishman working with cosmopolitan French professionals. Among the many things to distinguish the French, for better or worse, is their willingness to share their opinions. And for the last few hundred years, they have been particularly opinionated about the USA. George W. Bush’s statement ‘the French don’t even have a word for “entrepreneur”’ certainly raised eyebrows. But I must say that in five years, I didn’t meet one person who didn’t enjoy working with their transatlantic cousins.

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