An hour before dawn in the camp of last resort. Dozens of men and a few women are asleep in the beds of pickup trucks, in the back seats of cars or on flattened cardboard boxes in the dirt behind the Toro Loco market. The air is cool, but the terrible sun is close at hand. Martin Zavala is wrapped in a blanket, his head resting on a Scooby-Doo pillow, a pack of Marlboros under his neck. Thieves prowl at night and will snatch what is not secured.
Wow!! Does anyone else feel like this is "Grapes of Wrath" Part Deaux......
12 posted on 06/23/2009 8:09:23 AM PDT by China Clipper
(My favorite animals usually are found next to the rice on my plate.)