What if we kissed in the United States Customs and Border Patrol check-in booth ("Jim's Corner")
Anonymous :
10 days ago :
No.4392
>>4397
>>4392
I always thought it would be interesting to live on a border (as someone who plainly didn't). There's a kind of social barrier that separates you from someone else, maybe a physical one, too. There's reason for it, but maybe not really any reason either. I had a teacher in junior high who told us, when he lived on the border to Canada, he would illegally cross in order to acquire cheaper beer. I thought that was funny.
The USA has such a history of compact boundaries it's great to be reminded of exclaves like the Northwest Angle.
Sometimes people bring up the idea of moving America's capital district somewhere off the East Coast. I wish we could use screwy border anomaly areas in the internal USA for the District of Columbia... like picrel or random islands in the Mississippi.
Anonymous :
10 days ago :
No.4393
>>4395
>>4393
Bring back big things in general. We've gotten too small since the proliferation of the conductor.
I also want to expand on Viktor Frankl's idea of building a Statue of Responsibility in the San Francisco Bay. I think America should have colossi at every major port of entry (including Duluth) that stand for civic virtues.
>>4393
I also want to expand on Viktor Frankl's idea of building a Statue of Responsibility in the San Francisco Bay. I think America should have colossi at every major port of entry (including Duluth) that stand for civic virtues.
Bring back big things in general. We've gotten too small since the proliferation of the conductor.
>>4392
The USA has such a history of compact boundaries it's great to be reminded of exclaves like the Northwest Angle.
Sometimes people bring up the idea of moving America's capital district somewhere off the East Coast. I wish we could use screwy border anomaly areas in the internal USA for the District of Columbia... like picrel or random islands in the Mississippi.
I always thought it would be interesting to live on a border (as someone who plainly didn't). There's a kind of social barrier that separates you from someone else, maybe a physical one, too. There's reason for it, but maybe not really any reason either. I had a teacher in junior high who told us, when he lived on the border to Canada, he would illegally cross in order to acquire cheaper beer. I thought that was funny.