Samir has lived in Des Moines for coming up on three years. To the horror of his big-city friends back home in Chicago, he loves it. He was born and raised in Lincoln Park, spent four years at Columbia, followed his first job to San Francisco, then followed a rakish rugby player off to Sydney—he was a grown man with a college degree before he saw his first cow, and when the headhunter first emailed him about the job at Calcavecchia, Brown, and Brown—no relation—he could barely have pointed to Iowa on a map. But by then he and Andy were through, and Australia had begun to feel pretty far away from the people he did love. When Marc Brown offered to foot the bill for a move back to the States, Samir had his s**t boxed up and was in a taxi to the Sydney airport faster than you can say “One bus
