Yesterday I drove from my home in Potsdam to pick up my girlfriend in Massena. We were traveling to Watertown to visit my family. On Rt. 37, somewhere near Hammond, we encountered a border patrol checkpoint. I had clothes in my car that belong to a friend of mine who lives in Watertown, and I was returning his possessions. These clothes seem to be the only reason I was pulled aside and searched. I should have declined, but I’ll admit I chickened out. The officer spotted my bumper sticker indicating that I had served in the military and questioned me about it as if I was lying. In summation, thanks to the border patrol for making me feel like a criminal.