Ok. Normally this wouldn't be a problem, and he's assured me over the years that "everything is under control." Well, I've been going to school then working for the last 19 years and have only had time for local vacations. My passport expired in 1984 and I figured I'd have time to renew it. So...I finally get around to planning an Alaskan cruise with DH, and our agent reminded us to have either a passport or original birth certificate to travel with. Dad has no idea where it is. This is from a man who has always lectured me on keeping good records, etc. I am absolutely furious. I know I should have probably asked him for it long ago, but I never even gave it a second thought. Of course, he keeps records of all the houses he's flipped over the years, but can't find my damned birth certificate. That makes me feel like he could care less. What makes it more difficult is, dad is an American born in the states, mom is a naturalized citizen and I was born while they were vacationing in Japan, on an airbase 42 years ago that is now...a park. Crap. THanks for listening. I'm off to call the state department, I guess. What a pain.