LET'S stop right-cheer," drawled the sandy-haired American speeding in a car along a bumpy highway outside São Paulo, Brazil. What had caught his darting blue eyes was a sign on an open lot proclaiming Vende-Se. "That means 'for sale'and those are the only words I understand in this language," the American explained. Then he bounded out of the car and swiftly paced off the dimensions of the property, rattling a staccato of questions to a tag-along group of aides: "Who is the owner? What's the tax rate? How many cars go by here?" After several minutes of inspection and interrogation,...
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