The Great White North 3 (Electric Boogalee)

Or perhaps this would be more aptly titled “West Lynne, Manitoba.” Apparently, when I crossed into Manitoba, I encountered the surliest Canadian border guard I had even met in my many (read “four”) trips to Canada. Every other time, I’ve met genial, talkative folks. This guy, on the other hand, was sick of everybody’s crap, Continue reading The Great White North 3 (Electric Boogalee)