The Last Carrousel

The Last CarrouselI wonder whether there stands yet, on a lonesome stretch of the Mexican border, a green legend welcoming Spanish-speaking motorists to an abandoned gas station:Sinclair se habla español SinclairA sign I once sat beneath, between a chaparral jungle and a state high way, shelling black-eyed peas. With a burlap sack, a pan and a pocket-size English-Spanish dictionary beside me, I shelled through the searing summer of 1932.I'd painted that green welcome myself. Above a station that...