20 Years Ago, Detroit

Line up of cars at the Canadian side of the Detroit border. Inside a clunker van the driver is carefully rehearsing.
Canadian.. Toronto.. 101 Major street.. Chicago.. my friend Matt.. 1631 Henderson, for free.. for promotion.. no cds.. just 2 days..Canadian.. Toronto.. 101 Major street.. Chicago.. my friend Matt.. 1631 Henderson, for free.. for promotion.. no cds.. just 2 days..Canadian.. Toronto.. 101 Major street.. Chicago.. my friend Matt.. 1631 Henderson, for free.. for promotion.. no cds.. just 2 days..
His car pulls up.
Burly USA border guard, brush cut and sparkly mirror sun glasses expressionlessly observes young Canadian rolling down window.
BG: Citizenship?
YC: Canadian.
BG: (slightly annoyed) Where.
YC: Toronto
BG: What’s your address?
YC: 101 Major street. The postal code is M-
BG: (raises voice) Did I ask you for that?
YC: No.
BG: Where you going today?
YC: Chicago.
BG: What’s the purpose of your trip?
YC: I’m a musician and-
BG: Have a visa?
YC: No I.. because I’m not making any money.
BG: (matter of fact) So you are working in America.
YC: No I’m playing for free at a publicity event for my friend.
BG: What’s your friend’s name?
YC: Matt Suhar.
BG: Where is Matt Suhar. (he starts to type on his computer)
YC: Chicago.
BG: Where you staying in Chicago?
YC: 1631 Henderson.
Border guard leans into the van notices something very suspicious on rear seat.
BG: What’s that!
YC: My accordion.
Border guard pauses.
BG: Your what?
YC: I play accordion that’s what I’m doing playing accordion at this music event.
BG: (pitying tone of voice) People actually come to hear you… (starts giggling) on accordion?
YC: Yea.
BG: (sighs and waves him through) Just go, just go.

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