Back in the early '70s a friend and I took a very long vacation trip. We had Ameripasses for the bus and went all over the country. We stopped in New Orleans and then went into Texas and Mexico. We took the Mexican train back to the border at Nogales. The border guy inspected my huge backpack. He reached way down in there and slowly pulled out a plastic bag of green herb. It was the bag of gumbo file' that I purchased in Louisiana and completely forgot about. It looked liked grass. The fragrance of it was all he needed to let it and me pass without a problem. But, oh man! I hadn't thought about that mini episode in years.
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