One just-remembered border-crossing tidbit: when we got to the crossing into the US, we lucked out, and got into a completely empty line, smoothly pulling up to the booth. We got asked the usual questions, and got told to park the car and come in. We came inside, answered a few more questions, and got told to sit down. While we were waiting, one of the guards was walking around behind the counter, whistling. The song he was whistling was "Why Can't We Be Friends?" Aloha, Brad