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Dispatch from El Paso, Texas
Text, photographs and web design by Erik Gauger
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"What?"
I asked the border guard, again. He was mumbling something loudly. So loudly,
I couldn't decipher anything he was saying.
"What?" I said again.
Then he squeezed his face together and blurted so loudly something about stopping
where I was supposed to. I looked in the rearview mirror. Was there a sign?
"Where are you from?" he yelled.
"Los Angeles," I said.
"How long were you in Mexico?" he chomped.
"Half hour."
He didn't seem to like anything I was saying, but I'm not sure why. There are
few things as funny as a mad Texas border guard, but it begs the question -
this guy is protecting the border?
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