April 22, 1998 |
They cross the border in convoys of Suburbans and Silverados, fair-skinned and light-eyed migrants. They carry gold cards with their Mexican passports, wear Rolexes with their Speedos. On the island, they eat $29.95 lamb chops at the Grill Room, buy $125 Italian shirts at Tate's, drink top-shelf whiskey at Tequila Frog's, share their prayers and prosperity with Our Lady Star of the Sea Catholic Church. They are los regios, the regal ones, the elite of Monterrey.