When we travel it seems there is always so much to do, so much to remember and so many things that can go wrong especially for a sometimes absent minded person. Tuesday afternoon I sat down at last to organize my passport and travel paperwork. What a shock when I reached in my small pouch I use to carry my passport. There was NO PASSPORT! The flight was less than 48 hours. Of course, immediately the mind starts running in circles—Where?? When?? What?? The first idea that popped in head was that I’d photocopied my Bolivia visa in the morning at Kinkos hours ago. I phoned them, but the man I spoke with was out and would return shortly. I jumped in the car and drove to Kinkos. No one had seen a passport. They looked
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