A Road Trip from Mexico to Maryland

In which Dog was our Guide

All photos: Camille Cusumano

I had hardly finished my coffee when would-be banditos descended upon our pit stop. Freda, Cleo, and I had driven to the Mexican border at Nuevo Laredo, soon to cross into Texas. What could be safer than the park across from the police station? Freda had just exited the station where she had her work visa stamped so she could return in sixty days.