As I diligently scrub the bathroom floor, the telephone rings. It's Lee, good friend and wife of former boss, Tibor. "Ron, I'm a little confused. Are you going to be able to come to Pesaro or not? Our housekeepers are leaving for Sri Lanka on Dec. 5," she says.A wave of jubilation sweeps over me. I hastily answer, "Of course. When do we leave?"A few days later, Fed Ex delivers our airline tickets. I'm dumbfounded. They're first class. Perhaps our good fortune is the result of airline miles earned by our hosts. No matter what the reason, I'm thrilled.On Dec. …