touring the border patrol

Thursday found us foregoing exercise to go to the hospital for a blood draw and urine sample required for us to volunteer. We hurried off to Harlingen, stopping on the way for a Whataburger breakfast sandwich. Arriving at 9:30, we joined others from our park that had been cleared for the tour of the border patrol station. I had slept poorly after last night’s “party” and was tired during the slide show presented by the border patrol agents. We learned the history and heard some of the experiences of the two presenters, followed by a tour to the area where agents watch pictures sent by video cameras located at various areas where illegals and drugs can come into the states. We also saw some of the rifles used by agents in the field and the holding cells where illegal aliens are held before being sent back to Mexico and central America. There were also pictures of many Latinos with tattoos identifying them as various gang members. Then I tried to get some insert sheets from the Lutheran church in Harlingen but learned that they don’t use them. We returned to Mercedes where I bought a hose for our bathroom sink. We also stopped at the upholstery shop to check on having our golf cart seats reupholstered but found no one there. We came home, rested and went to the “welcome back” party dinner provided by the park ownership. After that we went to Bible studies, Evelyn with women at our house and I with men at the Reddels. I was not very alert but enough to know I don’t like going 45 minutes longer than scheduled. I came home and read the Bible until the women left more than an hour over their time.