Rejoice, citizens of Candia!
Last time I went across the Pittsburgh border I was with my dad. We’d gone up from southern NH (where we live)for a week of fishing and decided to hit moose alley (this was in June) where they’re thicker than black flies. The Moose just stand around in the road by the dozens.
Anyway we decided to cross the border to get a case of canadian beer. The crossing was wide open. On the right the canadian guardhouse looked empty. The American one on the left did appear to show signs of life.
We parked, we waited. Nothing happened. Finally I got out and went into the guardhouse cautiously. “Hello?”
Nothing.
“Hey, uh, we’re coming into your country...?
Nothing.
So we drove into canada and paid way too much for a case of molson.