It’s been 23 years since I’ve crossed the US border into Canada. I’ll be crossing it today, the 4th of July. I’ll make a witty remark to the Peace Patrol at the border check about how I’m trying to escape all the fireworks racket down here; please help me break in my brand-new Canadian passport, etc., blah-blah. But that’s not the reason I’m going. I’m …
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