<div class="floatleft">(http://i63.tinypic.com/2eqf9j4.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Peter Warcaof</span></strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">CGDA Benefactor</span></strong><br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</div></div></div><em>Jehoshaphat!</em>A mob of youths are upon us, ebullient and celebratory—pulling and tugging, chattering happily.<br/><br/>Jaclyn is nearly lifted as if she’s at some concert.  I’m pushed by a group of determined little ones.  Jaclyn shouts back at me—a warning.  My visa?  My visa!  And I see a little rascal holding it and waving it.  I lumber over to him and snatch it.<strong>“I’ll take that back young lady!  Not at all funny!”</strong>I next set course for Jaclyn, arriving I ask,<strong>“What’s your status?  Documents in hand or do we go after the buggers?”</strong><br/>