Picking up where I left off in the last post...Don and I were kicked back in an air conditioned Greyhound bus on our way to El Paso. The last time I saw that Chevy and busted cooler was that day when we left Houston. Looking back on it now, I think we were lucky to get out of Houston at all. I don't remember the police being too concerned about the wreck, but the tow truck operators were promising us trips to the Bahamas if we let them tow the car. Well, that was a bit of an exaggeration, but they were unusually interested in towing the wrecked car for us.
When we got to El Paso, Ron took us on a grand tour and showed us all the places the tourists go. All those places seemed to be popular with the MPs, too. The next day Ron took us to Juarez. He was a really good tour guide. We got to see some of the cultural spots and even went to a rodeo. When we parked the car, a kid approached us and said he would watch the car for us for a dollar so nobody would mess with it. He was kinda like a roving parking meter. We strolled up and down the streets looking for bargains. Don showed us his negotiating skills and got a really good price on some art that would be hard to find these days. Artists that paint on velvet are rare nowadays. I'll bet a painting like that that Elvis personally posed for would be worth a lot now. How we got back across the border with all that treasure still amazes me. More later.
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