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Journal for 2 July 2006

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Going through customs is always annoying, but it can become more so when you don’t have proper proof of citizenship. We hadn’t planned on going to Windsor, so we didn’t have our passports with us. Then again, we didn’t plan on getting a large bolt through one of the Saturn’s back tires, either, and when that happened we were effectively without transportation until tomorrow morning.

But more about the car later.

Following a few online suggestions, we decided to take the bus to Canada, and, in retrospect, that was somewhat of a mistake. Windsor was a bit of a hole, one that actually made us want to get back to Detroit. Getting back to Detroit turned into a challenge in itself, first with the bus being over a half hour late, and then with customs. Everyone else passed through quickly. Lisa and I… didn’t.

“Identification?”

I handed him my driver’s license.

“Proof of citizenship?”

“That’s what I have.”

“All this proves to me is that you drive in Minnesota.”

I didn’t have much of an excuse. “We weren’t planning on going to Canada.”

“Where were you born?”

“______ _____, Wisconsin.”

“Why were you in Canada?”

“We went over this evening for the heck of it.”

“Why are you in Detroit.”

“We’re on vacation.”

Long pause. “Think about what you just said. Who vacations in Detroit?”

“Well, I do.”

“Why?”

“I’m an architecture nerd.”

“That’s the only good reason. Is the Thunderbird Hotel still in Minneapolis?”

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When Lisa was asked