For their final session, the delegates to the Inter-American conference rode out of scarred Bogotá to the white-walled home of the first Pan American. A chill Andean drizzle fell as they gathered at the Quinta de Bolivar to sip champagne and then duck by turns into the Liberator's dark dining room to sign their treaties and conventions. As each delegate signed, a band in the patio struck up his national anthem. Halfway through, the electricity faltered, and Uruguay signed by the flickering light of a candelabra.
Except for a little weekend patching on the treaty that would set out general...
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