Cross About Crossing
On Aug. 18, 1992, my wife and I crossed into Vancouver, Canada, from Seattle. We are both American citizens of European ancestry in our mid-60s and retired. We had to suffer the indignity, along with other Americans, of having our car searched by a Canadian border officer. Not even the Communists subjected us to this treatment when we crossed into Hungary in 1978 and Yugoslavia in 1983. All the peace arches and friendship outpourings don’t mean a thing if they put a moron in charge. I hope you print that.
E.A. WEESE
Canoga Park
Sign up for The Wild
We’ll help you find the best places to hike, bike and run, as well as the perfect silent spots for meditation and yoga.
You may occasionally receive promotional content from the Los Angeles Times.
