Crossing the border had never been an issue ever since I had become a Canuck (I will pass on some past chapters of being “just” a Frog and being systematically questioned about the purpose of my trip down South), and I thought I was prepared…
38,000 feet in the air, watching the snow-capped mountains through the window: I am on my way home for a short time, coming back from a business meeting in another part of the continent, in the middle of other beautiful mountains. The captain invited us,…