I was in LaGuardia returning from a conference in NYC late the night before the 8th grade class was scheduled to leave for Israel. Liz called with a very distressing question. Where is Joey’s passport? It’s not in any of the obvious places and if we don’t find it, he can’t get on the plane.

Now we were both panicked.

As can be seen in the picture, it turned out ok. Around the 4th or 5th time through all the luggage that we had taken on a previous trip, we found the passport.

I won’t forget the panic.