I didn’t expect myself to be in Montana. Apparently the U.S. Customs officer didn’t, either. At the SEA-TAC airport, I, greasy-haired and sleep-deprived, was questioned three times by three different officers. What’s the reason for your visit to the United States? Why are you going to Montana? Yeah, but what do you do? – Give me the details. My mind flashed to the inflight border control documentaries. I quickly evaluated myself. My most dangerous possession, a bag...