A Day in the Life of Joseph Humadi

This is the miscreant I travel with to the Middle East twice a year. We were spending a day in Washington prepping for next month's go-round. At this point it was a good thing he didn't have a gun, because he was trying to organize all the passports and visa documents to take to the Saudi Embassy for their visa. It was pretty frustrating because many of our fellow travelers had obviously not read the instructions. One didn't even send their passport. Just a photocopy. They might as well have sent toilet paper.

By the end of the day things were calmer. For me. I left town. He was still aboil.