Some friend's of Heather Ohare's are coming to visit. I know one of the guys because we have a mutual love of some prog-rock group--maybe Gong? I tell him about seeing them live. Then we pile into an old pickup truck and head over to Canada to visit the cottage. I remember that I don[t have my passport, but then I figure, I[m in Canada already and don't have to worry about it until I he'd back across the border and my drivers license will probably work.
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