We realize how close we are to the border here in Willcox because of a couple of things. First, the mountains. When I asked Ron O about the border the other day, he pointed to a mountain range off in the distance and told me that they were well across the border in Mexico. Looked like it was just next door.
The second thing is the border patrol. On the way to the golf course here, we drive past a huge border patrol station.... with tons of razor wire atop the fence. It was a holiday so most of the vehicles were parked inside. There had to have been about 50 of them -- from SUVs to vans to offroad trucks.
And on the way to Tucson to other day, on the other side of the highway we passed a temporary checkpoint setup by the boarder patrol. This was on I-10 and they were stopping everyone.
Kinda hard for this Midwesterner to wrap her mind around all that!
Cheers,
Dr J
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