| After an overnight flight to meet my father at his latest military assignment, my mother wearily arrived at Rein-Main Air Base in Germany with my eight siblings and me -- all under age 11. Collecting our many suitcases, the ten of us entered the cramped customs area. A young customs official watched our entourage in disbelief, "Ma'am, “he said, "Do all these children and this luggage belong to you?""Yes, sir, “my mother said with a sigh, "they're all mine."The customs agent began his interrogation: "Ma'am, do you have any weapons, contraband or illegal drugs in your possession?""Sir, |
