Today I hired a local as my driver during my stay. His name is Atticus, an older gentleman in his 40s who owns an old Impala. A bit rusted, it looks like it may need pushing up the slightest incline, but at least it’s inconspicuous. I pay him $10 a day, a princely sum for Atticus. We’re both pleased with the arrangement. Though I don’t know how long I’ll have him. Once he’s earned enough from me, he’ll likely pack up his Impala with friends and family and make for the border.