Mentiras y Traición
Sonoran Goddess
Wtf
Okay, here is the oldest border story. When Mom's house was finished in 1974 or 1975, her brother and his wife tried bringing a used stove and refrigerator down. Mom and I had been there for 15 days cleaning the construction mess up, then had to go to the border to renew our visas. We crossed over, had a cheeseburger-which was our habit then...to have red meat the minute we got back in the US...and there was her brother, a former fighter pilot and Astronaut trainee turned commercial pilot. You want those massive egos in the sky; at the border, not so much. Well he had upset the guards soooo much, there was no way they were even considering letting them across in the pickup. Long story short, HE decided Mom and I should wait for the shift change and bring the pickup in ourselves...but the word had been passed on. Not a chance.... Mom and I ended up offloading the appliances in Ajo for storage and spending the night at an old-folks home that back then, to us, was very scary. No change of clothes, nothing. Next morning, even tho the truck was covered by a tarp, we were simply waved thru. Coulda brought em. Mom's brother? Happily at the house, fishing and drinking Tecate. I don't think Mom talked to him that day.
Okay, here is the oldest border story. When Mom's house was finished in 1974 or 1975, her brother and his wife tried bringing a used stove and refrigerator down. Mom and I had been there for 15 days cleaning the construction mess up, then had to go to the border to renew our visas. We crossed over, had a cheeseburger-which was our habit then...to have red meat the minute we got back in the US...and there was her brother, a former fighter pilot and Astronaut trainee turned commercial pilot. You want those massive egos in the sky; at the border, not so much. Well he had upset the guards soooo much, there was no way they were even considering letting them across in the pickup. Long story short, HE decided Mom and I should wait for the shift change and bring the pickup in ourselves...but the word had been passed on. Not a chance.... Mom and I ended up offloading the appliances in Ajo for storage and spending the night at an old-folks home that back then, to us, was very scary. No change of clothes, nothing. Next morning, even tho the truck was covered by a tarp, we were simply waved thru. Coulda brought em. Mom's brother? Happily at the house, fishing and drinking Tecate. I don't think Mom talked to him that day.