and
on to Windsor Airport. The Airport looked strangely quiet.
There was no bustle of activity. We moved up to the
Customs Building, alighted from the plane, and went inside.
A solitary Customs man was just going off duty-it was
after six at night. Gloomily he contemplated our baggage.
"There is no Immigration Officer here," he said. "You will
have to wait until one comes." We sat and waited. The slow
minutes crawled by. Half an hour, time itself seemed to
stand still, we had had no food or drink since eight o'clock
that morning. The clock struck seven. A relief Customs
man came in and dawdled about. "I can't do a thing until
the Immigration Officer has cleared you," he said. Time
seemed to be going more slowly. Seven-thirty. A tall man
came in and went to the Immigration Offlcer's office.
Looking frustrated and a little red in the face, he came out
to the Customs man. "I can't get the desk open," he said.
For a time they muttered together, trying keys, banging push-