It is a beautiful sunny day out, Dad spent the better part of an hour trying to sort out something with his credit card company and figure out who exactly we were supposed to check in with at Customs.
Apparently the Coast Guard doesn't have the right phone number for Customs... and the main phone number for Customs has no idea what a cruising permit is... or who in their department you're supposed to check in with... makes it a little tough to check in guys...
A couple of transfers later though, and Dad finally got Gary on the line. I got the impression he was happy to talk to us, and gave us his extension so we could reach him directly. If you're looking for more to do Gary, maybe let the front desk know you still work there... and what it is that you do.
Hopefully Dad'll be able to breath a little better now that we're all official and stuff.
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