Wow.  What a buzz kill.  Flew home through Vancouver which required us to show our passports, boarding passes, customs form no less than – I am NOT kidding – seven times.  By the time we got up to US customs Al needed to remind me that you don’t mess with US Customs Agents.  I know, I know, but I was hanging by one nerve.  All this security meant long lines.  What really irritated me was that by the time I got to the last “show me” person, it was past “unpack all your shit and then pack it up again” security – and because we had to pack heavy for this trip there was plenty to unpack and repack – I had totally lost the customs form that I had showed to seven people already so they knew I had one filled out (I had filled it out ON THE BOAT!) – I didn’t know where it was.  So I had to step out of line and fill out another one.  This is why Al put me in a straightjacket just before arriving at the customs deck!