Scene at customs

"Edinburg," says our customs officer in the Vancouver airport. "Who lives there?"

"There's a university there," I say.

"Pan Am," he says, which makes my eyebrows crawl up my forehead. Nobody knows where Pan Am is...

"I'm from McAllen," he says.

"What?!"

Much better, though, than the flight attendant on the flight from LAX who kept calling McAllen, "McLean."