So there I am, a Canadian from Toronto at the US Customs and Border Protection at Fort Erie, trying to cross over to the other side. [By the force of the Greyhound bus].
The officer behind the counter: “What is your nationality?”
Officer: “Where are you headed.”
Me [trying to remember what has been said many times before]: “To North Tonawanda. To the Rainbow Roller Rink.”
Officer: “What is the purpose of your visit?”
Me: “To photograph some Roller Derby.”
Officer [loudly]: “Are you a Roller Derby person? Do you skate?”
Me: “Do I skate? No. I’m a photographer.”
Officer: “Do you get paid for it?”
Me: “There’s no money in Derby.”
Officer: “Why do you do it?”
Why do I do it?