One night the crowd in the border town of McAllen, Texas, was so excited Clinton nearly got carried away—literally.
For instance, Antonio Reyna met English in a McAllen bar the night before the caper and somehow wound up in the van the next day.
A women from McAllen is a 250-mile drive to san Antonio to get the healthcare she needs.
“These people watch TV, too,” he said over the phone while in transit to the McAllen Border Patrol Station.
McAllen didn't look in the least like a man who could afford nowadays to commute by air between the Mediterranean and California.
If there were beautiful seoritas there in McAllen, Jim did not see them.
McAllen admitted he could do no less than vote for this one himself.
There was a clandestine invention he'd fathered which he called the McAllen Tube.
The McAllen Tube, of course, might make such ordinary conveniences unnecessary.
He'd been expecting questions from McAllen, but not quite this kind.