Yesterday I noticed in Deek Deekster's video blog from London that he greeted a guy working in the park with, "Hey, mate!" The friendly, British sound of it was in my mind when a few hours later I found myself standing next to a nervous-seeming young Brit in line at Dunkin Donuts in North Station, Boston. On a hunch, I said, "Hey, mate! Where are you from?" He gave me a startled smile, then a big grin and said he was from England, in the States on holiday. We chatted about the exchange rate for a few moments, then I wished him well on his trip as we parted. I headed for my train enlivened by a sense of connections, from Brit to Yank, from electronic social network to in-the-flesh hospitality.