Thursday, August 28, 2008

Borderline Humor

A friend in Canada who knows of my blogging (and, I hope, is a reader), gave me this cartoon.

I stuck it in my passport so it wouldn’t get wrinkled, and I forgot all about it until we crossed the border back into the U.S. at Detroit. The Customs agent opened my passport, read it aloud, laughed, and waved us through. I guess one way to get to prove you’re not a terrorist is carry a supply of comic strips.