Crossing borders for literature
Part I
Last night a packed Corolla headed South towards Bellingham, occupants hoping to avoid a search at the border because our pre-trip fuel up at the coffee shop had made our departure a bit later than planned. The American guard knew David Sedaris and waved us through, after the cute little explosives & drugs-sniffing black Lab pranced around our car boot. Canada Customs, it should be noted, does not seem to put enough effort into acquiring cute little drug dogs. Returning to our country, through the construction site that welcomes all visitors to our side of the 49th, a border guard barely deigned to interrupt her conversation to ask us if we'd bought anything. She totally didn't believe us (heck, I didn't believe us) and yet was too bored and laissez-faire to bother searching us. No Black Lab love for the trunk, sigh.
We drove around in the dark, contemplated our collective lack of American coins for parking meters and made it in time for the pre-talk signing. Sedaris is an entertaining book signer, making lots of small talk and drawing funny things in our books. He likes to ask oddball questions, and told us anecdotes about taking a $40 cab ride to Richmond's "2 dollar" store. He decided to just take the bus back. Can you imagine bumping into David Sedaris on the 98Bline express bus? I don't think I'd even notice, come to think of it, but it does make one wish for a temporal fold to make it a possibility.
Part II to come after more marking.
Last night a packed Corolla headed South towards Bellingham, occupants hoping to avoid a search at the border because our pre-trip fuel up at the coffee shop had made our departure a bit later than planned. The American guard knew David Sedaris and waved us through, after the cute little explosives & drugs-sniffing black Lab pranced around our car boot. Canada Customs, it should be noted, does not seem to put enough effort into acquiring cute little drug dogs. Returning to our country, through the construction site that welcomes all visitors to our side of the 49th, a border guard barely deigned to interrupt her conversation to ask us if we'd bought anything. She totally didn't believe us (heck, I didn't believe us) and yet was too bored and laissez-faire to bother searching us. No Black Lab love for the trunk, sigh.
We drove around in the dark, contemplated our collective lack of American coins for parking meters and made it in time for the pre-talk signing. Sedaris is an entertaining book signer, making lots of small talk and drawing funny things in our books. He likes to ask oddball questions, and told us anecdotes about taking a $40 cab ride to Richmond's "2 dollar" store. He decided to just take the bus back. Can you imagine bumping into David Sedaris on the 98Bline express bus? I don't think I'd even notice, come to think of it, but it does make one wish for a temporal fold to make it a possibility.
Part II to come after more marking.
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