Sixteen years ago, I walked into a Danfoss factory in Denmark and got bear-hugged by a man named Knud Mölholm. “Magazine Man!” he shouted and then grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me like a gallon of old paint.
“Welcome!” he bellowed. “Now, we make a nozzle? Yes?” I nodded. He let go of me, gave me a thumbs-up as though we were about to leave for the moon and then, for the next four hours, I watched in wonder.