tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931353.post109284765950960802..comments2023-10-28T09:25:39.790-04:00Comments on The Atavist: On the Road Again...The Atavisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12529157597486952484noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931353.post-1092849301779717422004-08-18T13:15:00.000-04:002004-08-18T13:15:00.000-04:00Enjoyed your border experience in Windsor. I had ...Enjoyed your border experience in Windsor. I had a similar set back returning from the "Motor City" carrying a case of American margerine. Apparently the statutes stated I was transporting contraband. The way the officer reacted, you would think it had come direct from Colombia. He threatened to order me to return to the U.S. and take the cooking oil back to where I had purchased it. I said look, why don't you take it from me and do whatever you feel is correct. He refused because he claimed he had no place to store it.<br /><br />It was then I came up with the great idea of giving it to the next driver who was returning to the states. The poor driver practically ran me over trying a speedy getaway from my generosity. By now, a simple misunderstanding was growing into a international incident. The border guard was shouting at me to stop interfering with the bridge traffic.<br /><br />Suddenly a black driver agreed to take the contraband off my hands, as long as I would let him pay me what I had paid for it. He even gave me the difference in the currency. The custom's guy didn't know whether to poop or go blind. I bet he's told this story many times. I know I have.<br /><br />If you should get far enough south to return to your old stamping grounds in Nashville, look up my beautiful<br />niece, Joni Wilson who is a professional singer and tell her that old uncle Willy says hello.William Johnsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18068135518973472144noreply@blogger.com