Wait. I Do Have A Story September 24, 2006Posted by gordonwatts in life.
All the comments that have rolled in on Immigration Story post remind me that I did participate in a good one. Only I was so young that I don’t remember it. In shades of what my wife and I did with the J-Mo and Canada, my parents took me to Canada too. On return they discovered that they needed a birth certificate: something that was safely stashed in the house back in Boston. My Dad had to drive all the way back to Boston, get the certificate and drive all the way back to the boarder. My mother was left to deal with me (probably screaming the whole time too).
This weird immigration stuff isn’t purely a function of 9/11 I guess!