My son decided to make a second attempt to enter the United States to visit his girlfriend. I'm not sure if he's got guts or he really needs a women's touch. Regardless, I'm proud that he shook off his initial experience and is taking a second attempt, sans Arabic and Hebrew writing books. I won't sleep well until I know he's safely crossed the border. He told me, that in a way he is hoping to meet up with the same border guard that initially turned him back. Not to be defiant or prove a point, but to form an understanding that was missed the last time around. He said he learned a lot from the experience, even suggesting his own ignorance to the possibility of such a situation arising and how he should have handled it, was part of the problem. Smart kid. If I don't get a call around 4 am, he is on his way into the loving arms of his lady friend. Ain't romance a bitch?