I walked to Staples and my lovely Muslim friend Fatima in their print shop scanned it for me. I have emailed the scan to London, so that's outr of my hair. By the time I left Staples, it was raining and my legs were shot, so I got a taxi home. I made the treacherous stairs in the lobby, got to my apartment, and discovered I had lost my cell phone. I called the number on my landline, and the taxi driver answered my phone. He told me he would be to my apartment in five minutes, so I had to get the walker, get out of the building and wait for him. I literally got from the sidewalk ro the street when he pulled up and handed me my phone.