QUOTE(Texasrvers @ May 8 2013, 11:09 AM)
We know about the Group W bench! And it sure does bring back memories. We even named one of our dogs Arlo because of it. We were living in College Station, TX, home of Texas A&M when the movie came out. We wanted to see it, but we were a bit afraid to go the the theater because of the strong military presence. We did finally go without incident, except we still had to pick up the garbage.
We were living on a Common Defense Installation in Turkey when the movie came to our base theatre. The Base Commander did everything in his power to prevent any movies that he didn't approve of (Mash....Alice's Restaurant...etc.) from playing. There would be mysterious power outages, the projectionist would be put on other duties, the theater would need to be fumigated, etc. Never happened when a John Wayne movie was playing.....hmmm..
Anyway, back to Canadian/American border crossings. Last summer, we crossed into Canada four times and had the oddest experiences. Going over all four times: "Got any guns? No? Have a nice trip." Coming back: ay-ay-ay. The best yet was when we went over to the Canadian side of Niagara Falls for the day. Coming back, the American border agent said "Where are you coming from?" Not knowing exactly what she was asking, we answered "Florida". Wrong answer. "NO SIR. I WANT TO KNOW WHERE YOU ARE COMING FROM RIGHT NOW!". "Uh....Canada?" Right answer, apparently. OK, we're on a bridge that has one end in Canada and the other end in the US and we were heading in the US direction. To the best of my knowledge, there isn't a detour to Mexico in the middle, right? Reminding myself - DO NOT GET SNARKY WITH BORDER AGENTS UNLESS YOU WANT A BODY CAVITY SEARCH. Next time we crossed over into Canada and back into the US, the agent asked where we came from. "Canada" we answered proudly, now that we knew the correct answer. Wrong answer again. This time she wanted to know where we lived. OK, Florida? Right answer. Third time: we said we are coming from Canada but we live in Florida. Agent chatted about his relatives who live in Florida until he got bored and let us by. Fourth time: we crossed over onto a Canadian island for a day trip. Border crossing is essentially in a gift shop. We tried all the possible answers and the agent said "honey, this is an island. We know where you've been." Can't win. This year we're staying in the US. Nobody cares if we go over to South Carolina for the day.