Customs at Houston Hobby Airport was a stern affair. Officer Miranda chastised Courtney and me for incorrectly filling out our crew declaration forms. Courtney, who flew freight out of Miami to the islands, knew this to be untrue. She cleared customs every day. It was hot on the tarmac. The officers demanded to see the documentation for the dog. The passengers couldn't immediately lay their hands on it, so I unloaded the luggage and a search began. Despite the rather intimidating circumstances, I admired the passengers and their equanimity. They were gentle with each other, unhurried and calm. Nice to see. The paperwork was produced and we taxied over to Atlantic Aviation, handshakes and thanks all around. This was a splendid flight of over 1,100 nautical miles, carrying truly elegant folks on time and without a hitch. Very satisfying and, dare I say, restorative.