You might remember a tale of the suitcase, that was left behind. For those who do not, I will say, that in the hurry to get out to the airport one of the small carry on suitcases was left in our Brooklyn apartment. When we counted up the luggage at the ticket counter we discovered our loss. Truthfully we thought it was stolen. Fortunately, it was discovered by our friends who came to pick up some things. But by that time we were already in Israel. Mailing things here is frightful expensive, so we had to wait until one of our friends could bring it along when they came here. It is impossible to tell how grateful we are to Tamar, who found our lost suitcase. To Aviva, who brought it along with her. And to Mrs. K, who kept it for us in Yerushalaim. The suitcase got here, to Israel weeks ago, but we just did not have a chance to make a 3 hour trip. Today DS#1 was feeling a bit restless, so DH had a bright idea – he asked DS if he wanted to go to Yerushalaim. We wanted him to pick up the suitcase, check out the fruits and veggies for anything not available here and look for bees wax candles for me. Of course, the kid was all for it. Sure beats cleaning. Later on he told us that not only was he welcomed by Mrs. K, but he was fed very yummy food and she advised him where to go for his purchases. He brought us horseradish and kiwi, but could not find the candles I wanted. He got home about 1 AM and we were very happy to see him. And very happy to be reunited with the last of our luggage. What was inside? The good Shabbos dresses of DD#1 and #2, my fancy silk kerchief and the big thing was DH’s kapota – a long black overcoat Hasidic men wear on Shabbos and Holidays. They were all freshly dry cleaned and delivered to us minutes before we had to live for the airport. Now we got them just in time for Pesach. All I can say is a big thank you to my friends, thank you to Mrs. K and a huge thanks to G-d, who arranged all of it.