Nova Scotia (Alternatively: I got kicked out of Canada…)
When I made plans to meet a friend in Nova Scotia, Canada, I hardly gave a thought to the border crossing. I suppose I was remembering the old days when all I needed was a driver’s license and I’d pretty much get waved through. It turns out that they’re paying a bit more attention these days, and the fact that I have no permanent address and carry all my possessions with me in my truck made them a bit concerned…