Border Crossing Anxiety Of The Sentimental Variety
"Home. . home is where you wear your hat... I feel so break-up, I wanna go home." - Lord John Whorfin, The Adventures of Buckaroo Banzai Across the 8th Dimension + + + Every time I cross the border from Mexico into Texas, in the US of A I get this weird feeling. This strange anxiety, in the pit of my stomach, that feeling you get when you know you've eaten some bad Chinese food but the effects haven't set in yet. [[When walking across the bridge I may have once or twice danced in front of this sign, just to say I did it Which I just did. So there you go.]] Its not dealing with the immigration officers on the Mexican side, unless I'm in my car. I'm always worried about getting Greta stuck in Texas after that one fiasco thanks to the state of Pennsylvania no longer issuing stickers. Its not dealing with the border patrol agents on the US side either. Though they have performed more than one "agricultural inspection" on Gr...