It’s amazing that Jeremy and I crossed the border into Canada, much less reached our destination of Banff. Why? Umm, well Mr. “World Traveler” forgot his damn passport. OH OH! It seems that the Canadian immigration services have a couple of issues when you do that. However, charm, good looks, and being very, very circumspect about answering their questions won the day and after an hour wait at the border, I was able to convince Canadian authorities that I was not a terrorist planning my next gig in their fair country.