|When I checked my passport this morning it looked like it was 25 years old, but at least the paper was kind of stiff if not really crisp.|
I stuck it into my shirt pocket and off I went. 4 people had announced their arrival south of the border at the boat ramp and needed transportation to Campobello. So at the U.S. customs I asked the officer that if he wondered about the sudden change in appearance of my passport it was the result of my wife washing my shirt with the passport inside the shirt pocket.
Likewise I had a similar conversation on the Canadian side. Matter of fact the customs lady laughed so her windows were vibrating.
After 5 more people had joined in on the sightseeing party, we spent most of this extraordinary beautiful day rolling from one viewpoint to the next. Amazingly, I again was invited for lunch to a restaurant. If we include the private invitation from a neighbour on Monday night, this was the third day for me not eating at home.
I’m getting used to it.
That’ll be all for tonight. I have to get my printer to work. We are out of brochures.
Thanks for stopping by!