from elisabeth with the strap-on, sole wednesday nite female customs agent (yet well-equipped, i was told .... ); KISSES and reacharounds to Spit(fire), Little Piggie, Unicom Hippie, and all my other fellow Customs Agents (playa brain obliterates details, yeh yeh ... ) for the concerted effort that was getting these people in and out under hubris and dust-storm duress.

I will tell fond stories of you and anticipate seeing some or all of you next year.

Mwah.