Travel
August, 1976
There is hardly a hobo, hippie, sailor, Marine or red-blooded gringo male at large, however superannuated, who can't tell you a lurid tale of old Tijuana: stories of the groin-tickling siren calls of unhinged sex, the mystical tug of heavy dope heists, cheap abortions, instant divorces, armies of grinding nudes, maryjane fields, fuck bars. When the U.S. Navy, during the Forties, operated a free prophylactic station at the border, some 5000 men used its services during any given weekend.And in se...
