I had a couple of ebony wood carvings from Indonesia, but I have no idea where they are now. I still have a pilfered saucer from States Lines. . . . Like some above, I was the guy who would stand in line clearing customs with nothing to declare. More than once one of the old timers behind me would push me on the shoulder and tell me, “Good thing that they don’t charge duties on memories, huh, Kid!”