Robert Kirby: Coming to America gets expensive

Confession time. In October 1975, my wife sought asylum in the United States. She was desperate to live in a land free from the terrors of wolves, arctic temperatures and a state police known as the Mounties.So eager was my wife to flee her former life in Canada and come to America that she was willing to marry far below her station.We weren’t entirely sure about how an international marriage would work, so after our wedding reception in Calgary, Alberta, I drove down through Idaho alone.