Yes, even more official now. I've talked to people about money and everything! Clovis is on the horizon, and probably is for close to a hundred miles before you get there. Things are falling into place. Planets and the like are like planets and the like; but in some sort of order that exerts its forces for the betterment of mankind and a species of spider in western australia (tho I hear the spiders in the mid-west are having a good time of it these days as well). Still so much to take care of, things to organize. So much that it's taking me days just to get myself organized enough to see what it is that I need to get organized. It got too stressful, I took the evening off. I even got a bit nutty at one point and disorganized some stuff. Wild moment - it's past. It's ok.
I suppose I need to look into the customs laws about just what one can pack into the US these days. As much as I'd like, I'm not bringing any fireworks. Hopefully the markets in Pojojuaquee are up to par with the Vietanmeeze here in Prague. No absinth either, not gonna have any green dragons in the suitcase. Illegal Czech Immigrants - not gonna do it! That pretty much leaves the alcohol. Problem is, that stuff gets heavy! A keg of Gambrinus comes to mind (Aimes - did you ever bring that beer back home? How'd ya do it?). Big. Heavy. Probably not legal, and hard to explain away. "No, no, not a keg of beer at all, it's, uh, Czech Soy Sauce. Good stuff. Made with mushrooms, unique flavor. You see this? ‘Gambrinus, pivo z Plzne?’ That means ‘made from real soy’ in Czech. You must see this all the time with people returning from Prague." I was also thinking about bringing one of them giant bottles of Becherovka. With one of those, we wouldn't know if it was Zozobra, or not. Problem with that is, half of it's gone before you get off the plane. I suppose I could check it in. I just can’t see it working out well, I already hear the whisperings around the baggage carousel: "honey, I think your cologne spilled." "Damn baggage handlers, drinking on the job!" "I think they've de-loused our luggage!" "Oh, snit, the 4 liter bottle of Becher broke in the hold. Now how will we
burn that motherfnuker?"
"Oh, don't worry, we still have plenty for that..."
Any good stories of bringing back assorted gifts from other countries? Some dos and don’ts about the American system of "randomly" checking people?

...Fuego