A very small point, but one I feel like making — trust you won’t mind. In my column today, I write about the Organization of American States. And that made me think about the OAS building, in Washington. A very interesting, quite Latin American place, and somewhat neglected among Washington’s sites. I used to include it on my tour for friends, when I lived in the capital. It was always a surprising oasis — a different type of building and feel, amid all those white-marble palaces.

Anyway, I liked this note from a reader, received earlier today:

Many more years ago than I care to remember, I was involved in the presentation of a Latin American art collection. Its opening was at OAS headquarters in D.C. While scouting the location, I was offered some coffee in the ballroom. It was presented on a tray borne by a white-gloved butler.
Best freakin’ cup of coffee I’ve ever had in my life. After all these years and a lot of coffee, nothing has come close.

Rings true.