Please join me on my drive,
The west is vast...and driving provides lots of time to think, solve world problems, and of course sing where you are appreciated!
To go west or south from my home means a stop at the Border Patrol checkpoint upon my return. Slowing down for the checkpoint.
This time it took a bit longer to go through, because the semi with the cars on it, was being checked- and each car was checked. When I pull forward, I must stop at the agent- who ask if I am an American citizen. The rogue person in me wishes sometimes to say, "no."