I remember arriving to Ambos Nogales (Nogales, Sonora & Nogales,
Arizona) in 1994. Dairy Queen Blizzard in hand, I walked by the
crumbling mix of chain-link fencing and rusted metal sheets that
bisected the downtown, with families from both sides of the border
streaming through the ports of entry to go grocery shopping, celebrate
a cousin’s birthday party, or attend church services.