At O’hare airport on the 21st of August, I checked in with Swissair for my flight to Lviv. The customer service attendant looked at my passport and starting talking to me in Ukrainian. I thought: “wow, this is cool.” He said: “I was pretty sure that anyone with the last name of Panchuk has to be Ukrainian. Of course, he was right. What’s amazing to me was that he is an immigrant from the Middle East–married to a Ukrainian girl–and lived in Ivano-Frankivsk for many years.
Small world indeed!
Once I got to Lviv, attended the Plast 100th anniversary activities, I just kept bumping into more and more friends from the USA and Canada. The Plast Conference was wonderful, and the thousands of plastuny in attendance inspiring. I’m proud of our young contingent from Chicago. Twenty years ago Plast was still coming out of the underground—from the shadows, but now is a thriving, energetic, and dynamic scouting organization. Times have changed.