The Border at Douglas The Border at Douglas Driving into Canada, the U.S. Pacific Northwest Becomes the Canadian Pacific Southwest, instantly. I gratefully leave my paranoia at the border. 1987 Others are Reading Many a Maiden’s Lips Have I Kissed The Black Angel’s Death Song: Drunken Memories Made Posted by john in Prose Tweet People Who Read This Also Read: Me and My Shadow Leave Me Be Sacred Short Story that Takes a Person from Sanity to Insanity Leave a Reply Cancel replyYour email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment * Name * Email * Website Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment. Prove You\'re Human * × eight = 40