Where Am I Headed?
I went to check out the Canadian side of Niagara Falls yesterday, and as I got closer to border security, I prepared. I felt sort of intimidated, the way that I do before entering into any situation—parties, doctors appointments—where strangers are going to ask me personal questions. I turned the radio down and got my passport out.
I was done for after the first question.
“Where are you going?” the security lady said.
“I don’t know,” I said honestly.
There was silence while she looked at me like she was truly sorry I was wandering around by myself.
Finally I said, “I thought maybe I’d go find something to eat.”
After determining I didn’t have any explosives, she let me go. As I drove on, I thought, “That’s like life right there. Mostly I wander around with little idea of where I am going, sort of hungry.”
This beautiful place is where I ended up, perhaps the most awesome mini-golf course I have ever seen, other than the glow-in-the- dark one right around the corner! But I couldn’t play because I was by myself. Loser town. (In case you were wondering, the way back to the U.S. side was much better. The guy asked me if I bought anything and I said, “I thought about getting some of those maple candies but they looked gross.” He laughed and let me through. Anti-Canadian sentiment is always welcome in America.)
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