TO ENTER EUROPE, YOU MUST HAVE A VALID PASSPORT WITH A PHOTOGRAPH OF YOURSELF IN WHICH YOU LOOK LIKE YOU ARE BEING BOOKED ON CHARGES OF SOLICITING SHEEP.
(DAVE BARRY).

And now I do! No thanks to Bob (of course), who insisted that I didn't need one to travel to London for some strange reason (and he will insist even now that he did not say that ;-) ). Craig and I have figured out it was a miscommunication we can only attribute to the joys of electronic communication, because of course, Bob would NEVER say that. He is a seasoned traveler, and was the head of our missions council. He knows these things forwards and backwards. He must have been being terribly sarcastic towards me when he said, "No you don't need a passport to come to London - it's like Cananda like that," and I didn't catch the flatness of it via type. I mean, that's the only real explanation for it, right? (Bob - there's your opening. Insert YOUR explanation there). I have one now though...so that crazy scene at the airport where I'm being dragged away in handcuffs before I even make it off the tarmac? Not gonna happen THIS time (or at least NOT because I don't have a passport).

I know he hates that I tell this story like this, too...because there's no way to prove any of it. It could have happened just like this, or it could have NOT happened at all. For all we know (seriously), I had a seizure right in the middle of a conversation we were having and forgot half of what we were talking about. hahahaha...It's true that he probably didn't say it the way that I tell the story. If I had to bet on me or him in this circumstance, I personally would bet on him. So would my friends, even the one who took me to get my passport (huh, Craig?). BTW - Thanks Craig.