In my last blog I told you about my love for Tango, but I did not mention Buenos Aires even once, even though that city is the Tango capital of the world. My reason? Buenos Aires...
I don’t know why, but whenever I hear the urgent strains of Tango Libre composed by Astor Piazzolla I get the goose-bumps. The first time ever that I heard Tango music was in...
My Italian friends kept insisting that my family name – LANDORI – originated in the general area around the Torrente Landori, a small waterway in Sicily’s Agrigento...
During the early 1970s, the question of the language of air traffic control in Canada was often discussed by the francophone controllers in Quebec City. Because the unit was small...
Those of you who have read my last five blogs must be questioning by now how come this fellow Landori keeps on meeting well-known, interesting people. Perhaps some of you even...
Clients were hard to come by for English-speaking accounting professionals practicing in Montreal in the 1980’s. Those of us who loved living in Montreal, chose to commute to...
During my long and rather eventful life I had the privilege of meeting a number of people whose devotion to the cause in which they believed was absolute. Such a person is Gloria...
Jack Brennan, liquidator and Treasury Board sleuth, is given Dr Elize Haemmerle’s business card with the warning, “It’s typically European: simple, yet arrogant.” Its...
A couple of decades ago, Mort Zuckerman, the Montreal-born New York media and real-estate mogul, was named a Commandeur de l’Ordre des Arts et des Lettres (an Order of France)...
In April 1962, I was staying at the Havana Libre Hotel (before the Castro Revolution the ‘Havana Hilton’). One Friday, I returned to my hotel after work, but the guards at the...
