Well, I'm sitting in a motel ten minutes from the
border of Mexico, getting ready to cross. A brief
excursion into Matamoros last night showed me what I
probably already should have known: I don't really
speak Spanish. My dad, who does, took care of most of
our business.
It's a little early in the morning to go on about
crossing today for good (for a
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