I am thinking about borders a lot, in a way that makes me uneasy and fidgety. My recent day trip to Mexicali contributed to this feeling. I had fun, but there was a lot of information to process and I am hoping to make more sense out it.
A day spent watching an 82-year-old lady out-pace people 2/3 her age and wielding her considerable influence gracefully and authoritatively, while also in the company of other great people. And to think I was gonna spend the day holed up in my apartment, scanning negatives.