Walter David Duncan's Great American Misadventure started in Toronto, traversed southern Canada, crossed the roiling Pigeon River, clomped through thickets and woods teeming with bears and wolves, and ended up in a federal courthouse in Minneapolis Tuesday where he was sentenced to six months in jail for smuggling aliens, himself and a fellow traveler, into the country from Canada.
Some people will do just about anything to close a business deal.
At least that was Duncan's story when he got caught, sopping wet, in the back of his friend's rental car just south of the border in September. Duncan told authorities that he had a business deal in Chicago. He could not get into the U.S. legally because of his criminal background, which included international drug deals, fraud and a sexual assault.
So Duncan concocted a road trip worthy of Clark Griswold of "National Lampoon's Vacation," or Jim Carrey and Jeff Daniels of "Dumb and Dumber," only this time with a very expensive and sad twist.
As ludicrous as it now seems, court documents suggest that Duncan had successfully made the trip several times before for similar business meetings. It makes you wonder what kind of leather-tough entrepreneurs they breed up in Ontario. A pan of brownies in an office building in the U.S. can usually derail a meeting for 20 minutes. This guy's tenacious quest to make his business meeting eventually involved a U.S. attorney, the U.S. Border Patrol and the Royal Canadian Mounted Police.
As a plan, however, it was all Dudley Do Wrong.
According to court documents, Duncan persuaded two travel partners, Richard Andrew Davids and John Craig Zdybal to help him with the crazy caper. "Davids agreed to help Duncan in exchange for a free trip to Thunder Bay," documents said. Duncan sprang for a room at the Valhalla hotel and rented a silver Kia Optima: living large, but on borrowed time.
It seems clear Davids got the best of the deal.