As to be expected, once word got out about the $2 million reward, Tijuana was teeming with people of all ages and sizes and sexes in search of the drug lords. I found one suspicious character. When I showed him my handcuffs he got really excited. But no. Turned out he just wanted to do some cosmetic work (on my car? On me? A package deal?)
Don't forget the Saturday blogger picnic in Altadena. Starts at noon. If I haven't caught at least one drug lord by then, my return trip will be both business and pleasure. I intend to snoop around the local Rite-Aid. (Duh, if you're looking for drugs, where do you go? The drugstore. If you're looking for a lord, where do you go? The church across the street from the drugstore.)
(As Tim at altadenablog continues to remind everyone, that's him -- on the far left.)There will be contraband -- SC makes a mean, mean, mean Sangria.