The portion of yesterday we spent in Windsor, Ontario was uneventful – the Canadian border officer was quite meticulous about our passports and our business going over. The US immigration officer was a little less meticulous, and fairly uninterested in our reports of what we had purchased (Labatts, some books..) not even hearing Joseph’s urgent, "Legos! We bought Legos!".

I’m always struck by the Asian population in Windsor, a population which is, of course, considerable throughout all of Canada. This visit, our first in two years, I think (we measure by whether or not the baby had been there – he hadn’t.), also struck us because there seemed to be many more "adult" business throughout the city than we’d previously recalled. Too bad. Perhaps it simply comes with casino territory?

Oh…and the Man in the box? Yes, we visited him again – Fr. Solanus Casey. I do like most of the building and renovation they have done in the past few years at the Solanus Casey center –  lots of wonderful images and relics –  and the  contemporary art evocating the Works of Mercy and various saints are done well.  However, since the soup kitchen in which he was instrumental and the Capuchins still run has been moved to another location (probably for good reason, to better serve those in need…but) , the whole place seems a bit distant from the charism of Fr. Casey and the Franciscan spirit as a whole. Let’s go see what they’re about, but don’t worry – we won’t have to get too close.