Brownsville Station

And so another I start another trip on the road.

My co-worker, Bruce, and I are on our way down to Brownsville Texas. Brownsville is at the corner of the Gulf & Mexico.

A Mexican Institute has purchased one of our buoys and Bruce and I are headed down to where the buoy has been delivered to assemble it, and give them some training on it’s operation and maintenance.

It’s sort of a different trip, since the buoy wasn’t really delivered to Texas. It was delivered in bond with a continuance on to Mexico. I’m not sure how it’s going to work, since we will have to do all the work with the buoy in limbo. Should be interesting.

In planning for any trip, I always try and research brewpubs and local micro-breweries. It seems that Brownsville could be a little barren on that front.

In fact, it looks like the most interesting things to do are the Zoo and Mexico. Now the zoo might be ok for a day, but I don’t really think we’ll be going down to Mexico for a couple of reasons.

The folks that we are going to meet up with are Mexicans (and I can’t imagine that they would want to “home” for something to do).

The other reason is the border itself. Not going down, but coming back up into the States. I don’t know why, but I always get stressed when I enter the US. I have no reason to be stressed, I’m not doing anything wrong…I’m not working illegally. I’m a nice guy with 2.3 kids and a white picket fence. Ok, 2.0 exceptional kids and the fence needs a coat of paint.

This morning as we headed to Seattle, I thought that I was getting the flu. My stomach was upset and I was sure that I had picked up a bug. Then I realized, as I was waiting my turn at Immigration, that it was anxiety. Until I got to the front of the line.

Every agent was happy. They were smiling and chatting with the passengers. Mine said “Welcome to the U.S.”

I was amazed. Is this change they are talking about?

I like it.