Subject: Re: Customs
Hi, Ziners,

It was January 4, 1983 (I remember the date, because our 17 year old daughter was celebrating her 31-hour birthday) when we landed at JFK, having just returned from our first trip to Israel. With five of us in our family group, we were way under the limit of having anything to declare. However, we did have two oranges stashed somewhere within our six pieces of oversized luggage. We had made a note of them on our declarations card and when the customs agent asked us where the oranges were, we truthfully told him we didn't know which bag they were in. Well, after such a blatant invitation to search our valises, he said, Eat them

as soon us you unpack, stamped our passports and let us go.

Carrie, Bardonia, NY