I just returned from a round-trip drive from Detroit to Rochester. Both U.S. and Canadian border security seemed tighter than I have experienced previously. Here are some of the firsts (none of which I considered particularly unreasonable):
Canadian inspector asks me what weapons I am carrying.
Canadian inspector asks me if the car I am driving is mine.
U.S. inspector asks me why I drove through Canada.
U.S. inspector asks me to pop open my trunk. A second inspector takes a quick look at its contents and closes it.
U.S. inspector asks me if my car is registered in my name.
Canadian inspector asks me why I am in a hurry.
Only three of the four inspectors ask for identification.
Canadian inspector asks me what weapons I am carrying.
Canadian inspector asks me if the car I am driving is mine.
U.S. inspector asks me why I drove through Canada.
U.S. inspector asks me to pop open my trunk. A second inspector takes a quick look at its contents and closes it.
U.S. inspector asks me if my car is registered in my name.
Canadian inspector asks me why I am in a hurry.
Only three of the four inspectors ask for identification.
The world is a book, and he who stays home reads only one page.
The future won't last; it will soon be your tomorrow.
History doesn't repeat itself, but it sometimes rhymes.
The future won't last; it will soon be your tomorrow.
History doesn't repeat itself, but it sometimes rhymes.
