Back from the road trip to find the best Mexican food on the planet. We really lucked out in Nogales, Sonora and hooked up with a cab driver named Flaco Carrillo (Flaco is Spanish for skinny) who took us on a grand tour of the city, including a big house in the posh part of town where narco trafficers shot it out with the police. Flaco gave us a running commentary of the fight (quite a few cartel guys were killed and then when the wounded were being transported to the airport, they hit a speed bump killing the wounded and two more policemen). Photos tomorrow.
Got up this morning and whipped out a little study for our book:
Daily Whipout, "Leaving Kingman for The Last Time"
"Must write and accuse you of making a very respectable 64-year-old lady 'steal' today."
—Excerpt from a letter we will be running in the next issue of True West
