June 4, 2010Escaping the authorities in their governmental gray and canteen green vehicles now a fait accompli, the AMHL Photographer/driver/reluctant accomplice and I are harboured at the stateside safe house. So I now transmit the following report—the first of three—about the friendly and free-flowing dialog in CanadAmerica and beyond.
Sunday, May 30
US/New Brunswick Border
(Image courtesy of US Mission Canada at Flickr.com )
“Destination?” the Canadian customs officer asks.
“St. Andrews,” my driver responds.
How long are you staying?
"Until Tuesday."
Purpose?
"Vacation."
Did you bring any plants or weapons with you?
"No."
“Mace?” he asks. “Pepper spray…surface-to-air missiles,” he concludes, his upper lip bending to complement the upward curve of his lower lip.
"No," my driver says, laughing.
The gatekeeper chuckles, not knowing that my driver will soon zoom past the road leading to St. Andrews and the safehouse by the sea.
Stay tuned for Part II.
