We Windsorites grew up going over to Mexican Village and Greektown with only a driver’s license as I.D. No matter what your real purpose was for risking life and limb on a junket to Detroit you told American customs “We’re just going over for dinner and some shopping. “ When you got back to Windsor, wearing three layers of new clothes you always said, “We were just visiting my Aunt.” The Windsor officers, usually local kids who went through the college’s Law and Security course were cool. Really, our only danger was if we got one in a shitty mood.
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