That we’re getting profiled. At our house in Edinburg, we’re well north of the Mexico border. We’re in the U.S., but we’re not through with checkpoints. Fifty miles in any direction north or west (Can’t go south and still be in the U.S. Can’t go east without running into water.) we have to go through another checkpoint. They’re looking for drugs or undocumented migrants. Here is the problem. They never stop us. They stop other people. They stick their heads into their cars. They make them open their trunks. Some get sent to time-out for a more thorough search, but not us. Us, they ask how we’re doing and just wave us through every time. I maintain we’re being profiled. Two “mature” adults and a little dog in a motorhome. They think we can’t be trouble? Well, my complaining days might be almost over (or really just beginning). They’re expanding the Falfurrious checkpoint. They’re building the country’s most advanced border patrol station for the country’s busiest checkpoint. https://www.themonitor.com/news/local/article_b10dea72-d882-11e6-8e6e-e7b6bc382393.html Soon they’ll have plenty of space and agents to pull over seemingly innocent people like Judy and me. I’ll report back.