Dublin provided my greatest culture shock. Asked what I’d like to do on my evening off, I said, “Let’s go to a gay bar.” “Oh, I’m sorry,” our host said. “We’ve none of them in Dublin.” I guess my outraged countenance alarmed him. “No, no, don’t misunderstand. We legalized homosexuality years ago and so have no need to segregate.” It was the first time I felt as if America was a third world country.
