GRANDMA WALTON IN THE TUNNEL

The combined populace of Windsor and Detroit must be enlightened about the Border. Capital "B" for Border, because only one is in question: the Windsor/Detroit division. If a traveller desires barbarous persecution, let that traveller pour his masochistic self through the Windsor/Detroit Tunnel.

Returning through the Tunnel to Detroit is akin to escaping gravity and achieving orbit. Each time I have entered the Tunnel I felt I was being slung into an abyss, accelerating through a halfgloom hung with shadowy expectation. Excitement grows. Yellow tiles flash by like the smiles of a million Bucky Beavers who have not used toothpaste. Finally: