borderpatrol1116I have to admit that the thought of encounters with the US Border Patrol used to terrify me.  I was driving an antique bus, Patrick wasn't wearing a seatbelt, we had a mad pug that might start barking uncontrollably at the crossing guards.  

Now I think I've driven through close to a dozen, most in New Mexico but several crossing into Cali from Arizona as well.  None have ever done anything but look at me, smile/smirk and wave me through.  Now I'm a little miffed. Do I not look like the danger?  Couldn't I be a revolutionary?  And what about Patrick?  He certainly could pull off a certain sinister appearance given his pancho and maybe add a cheroot or stubby cigar, right?  Turns out no.  Plus when we pull up they can see right to the back of the vehicle.  Perhaps the coolers and gazebo strapped to the back give us away.

I know I've mentioned Anthony Bourdain's series "Parts Unknown" before in a blog post and I am now reminded of one of his guests from The Bronx episode. Desus Nice, who used to have a Bronx themed podcast, said something about possible gentrification of the area and how he didn't think it would be happening for a long time.  His barometer for that kind of gentrification was white people - the kind he described very aptly as "kiss the dog on the lips white people".  I have heard so many descriptions of us as a group but this is just drilled in.  Right on the money honey.  I DO kiss my dog on the lips and never thought that there were people (aside from the germ freaks) who didn't!  It is difficult to stop laughing about this.  And now when the border patrol just smile and wave us on through, that phrase pops up in my head and I wonder how they describe us.  And I'm very, very grateful that they keep smiling...