In all the years I’ve been living in LA, I’ve never ventured out of the border into Tijuana—mainly because every time I contemplate going, images of vehicles lined up as far as the eye can see cause me to think, “UGH! Forget it!” But maybe I wouldn’t if it still looked like this. This is the Heffernan Avenue Mexican border crossing in Calexico, circa 1933. It almost looks sane and civilized.