Thursday Maria, Joan, Kathy, picked me up at Walmart. The day started out so well, I fell by my car, no injuries just humiliation.
We drove to the border to picked up a few parcels and to mail Brayden's pyjamas to Utah.
It is a beautiful one hour drive around Lake Superior. The US custom clerk asked us if we were leaving anything or mailing anything in the States. This is the first time we were asked about mailing our parcels in the States, maybe he knew about out Postal strike. Bill and I went to the border two weeks ago, I told Chris the US Customs checked my car and trunk, he said, "glad to hear they are doing their job," spoken like a true American. I have never encountered a bad US custom's officer yet, and I hope I never do.
This is the small but wonderful Post Office in Grand Portage, Mn., with the kindest and most helpful Postal clerk, named Mary, I've ever met.
She is seen here wrapping Brayden's parcel. Crossing the border I never seal my parcels anymore, it's open for inspection.
The scenes from the Post Office at Grand Portage Casino.
Kathy and Joan.
A sign you will never see in Canada. lol