Since 1986, when he quit his job in Dallas as a licensed electrical contractor, he's made this trip across the unpredictable Mexican border 300 times, he says. He is careful, but it never gets easier. You sweat a lot and your hands feel like fish. You live in a low-rent motel while waiting for your connection. You worry about federales, informers, the Drug Enforcement Administration and people who would kill you for your drugs or money.
"I've never been shot,' he says. "Yet.
"Under normal smuggling conditions, I probably commit six felonies and God knows how many misdemeanors,' he smoothly offers. He waves his hand dismissively: "I gave up trying [...]