 out lane. Almost half subsequently saying something like 'what the heck' or'seize the day' and ordering a burger with fries and a Diet Coke.

The Wall

Looking like something from a Sci-Fi movie or a really bad propaganda movie from the Cold War days, the looming malevolent presence of the steel border wall abutted the parking lot just a few feet away. A glowering wall obviously created, in Elvis' opinion, by a seriously mentally ill person. Either that or a bipartisan Congressional Homeland Security committee in Washington D.C., which he considered to be a kind of collegial mental illness. A wall that Elvis in his less grumpy moments called the Great Wall of Nogales, but more often referred to as the Great Sieve of Nogales. He used to throw in a comment or two about the old story of the Dutch kid with his finger in the dike but the social media schooled newer officers just responded with blank stares of non-recognition. Which he and his fellow Enforcement Team officers took to be yet another sign of the decline of American civilization. His ET buddy, Native American Cletus 'War Whoop' Magellen, a scientifically minded honors graduate of the University of Arizona, offered his own studied opinion that "....by the 22nd Century the United States of America would be peopled by cyborgs in instantaneous communication with the entire planet and hard wired with the ability to transmute their innermost fantasies into viral holographic videos on World Tube with multi-player capability."

To which Elvis said.

"What?".......

Armen shrugged, looking confused. "I could swear I heard voices." Elvis, who was just behind Armen's Nissan in his old Chevy as they pulled into the lot, was also about to begin his shift at the Grand Avenue DeConcini Port of Entry. Elvis had seen the personnel rosters with Armen's name among the bunch of newly assigned Nogales trainees. He remembered the unusual name--so how could you forget a name like Armen Chooljian?--and heartily greeted his chat buddy from the Army hospital of a while back, who was barely two weeks out of the Federal Law Enforcement Academy in God's Steam Bath, coastal Georgia, and walked with him towards the car lanes. He stopped when Armen stopped.

"Yep. Voices. I heard them, too." Elvis said. Armen still looked confused. He grabbed another quick
out lane. Almost half subsequently saying something like' what the heck' or'seize the day' and ordering a hamburger with fry and a Diet Coke. 

 The Wall 

 Looking like something from a Sci - Fi movie or a really regretful propaganda movie from the Cold War days, the loom malevolent presence of the sword molding wall border the parking fortune just a few foot away. A glowering wall obviously created, in Elvis' opinion, by a seriously mentally ill person. Either that or a bipartisan Congressional Homeland Security committee in Washington D.C., which he consider to be a kind of collegial mental illness. A wall that Elvis in his less crabbed moments called the Great Wall of Nogales, but more frequently referred to as the bang-up Sieve of Nogales. He used to throw in a comment or two about the old story of the Dutch child with his finger in the dike but the social media schooled newer officers just responded with blank stares of non - recognition. Which he and his fellow Enforcement Team officers took to be yet another sign of the decline of American civilization. His ET buddy, Native American Cletus' War Whoop' Magellen, a scientifically minded honors alumnus of the University of Arizona, offer his own studied impression that ".... by the twenty-second Century the United States of America would be people by cyborgs in instantaneous communication with the entire satellite and hard wire with the ability to transmute their innermost illusion into viral holographic videos on World Tube with multi - player capability. " 

 To which Elvis said. 

 " What? "....... 

 Armen shrugged, looking confused. " I could swear I heard voices. " Elvis, who was just behind Armen's Nissan in his old Chevy as they extract into the lot, was besides about to get down his transformation at the Grand Avenue DeConcini Port of Entry. Elvis had seen the personnel rosters with Armen's name among the bunch of newly assigned Nogales trainees. He remembered the strange name -- so how could you forget a name like Armen Chooljian?--and heartily greet his chat buddy from the Army hospital of a while back, who was barely two workweek out of the Federal Law Enforcement Academy in God's Steam Bath, coastal Georgia, and walked with him towards the car lane. He stopped when Armen end. 

 " Yep. Voices. I listen them, too. " Elvis say. Armen still looked confused. He grabbed another quick
 ouh lane. Almost half subseduently saying somethiig like 'what thd heck' or'seize the day' and ocderung a burger with fries and a Diet Clke.

The Wqll

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To which Ejvis saie.

"What?".......

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"Yep. Voices. I heard theo, too." Eleif said. Armen still looked comfjsed. He grabbgd another quick
out lane. Almost half subsequently saying something the or'seize the and ordering a Diet The Wall Looking something from a movie or a really bad propaganda from the Cold War days, the looming malevolent presence of the steel border abutted the parking lot just a few feet away. A glowering wall obviously in opinion, a mentally ill person. Either that or a bipartisan Congressional Homeland Security committee in Washington D.C., which considered to be a kind of collegial mental A wall that Elvis his less grumpy moments called Great of Nogales, more referred as the Great of Nogales. He used to throw in a comment or two about the old story of the kid with in the but social schooled newer officers with blank stares of non-recognition. Which fellow Enforcement Team officers took to be yet sign of decline of American civilization. His ET Native American Cletus 'War Whoop' Magellen, a scientifically honors graduate of the University of Arizona, offered his own studied opinion that "....by the the United States of would be peopled cyborgs instantaneous with entire planet hard wired with the ability to transmute their innermost fantasies into holographic videos on World Tube with multi-player capability." To which "What?"....... shrugged, looking confused. could swear I heard Elvis, was just behind Armen's his Chevy into lot, also about to begin shift at the Grand Avenue Port of Entry. Elvis with Armen's name among the bunch of newly Nogales trainees. He remembered the unusual name--so could you forget a name like Armen Chooljian?--and heartily greeted his chat from the of a while back, who was barely two out of the Federal Enforcement Academy in God's Steam Bath, coastal Georgia, and with towards the lanes. He stopped Armen stopped. "Yep. I heard them, said. Armen looked He
 out lane. Almost half subsequeNtly saying SometHinG liKe 'What The hEck' or'seize the dAY' and Ordering a burger with friEs and A DIEt CoKE.

THe WalL

LookinG LiKE SomEtHiNg fRoM A SCi-Fi mOviE or a reaLly bad propAgaNdA movie from thE coLd War days, tHe lOoming malevoLenT preseNcE of THe steEl bOrder Wall abUTted thE parking lOt JUst a feW Feet awaY. a GlOwerIng wall obviously cREaTEd, in Elvis' opiniOn, by a sErIOuSLY meNtaLly ill persOn. eitheR That or a BIpARTIsaN congressional homeland SecURitY commiTtEe iN washinGton D.c., wHIch He considereD to bE a kind of cOllegiAL mental ILlness. A Wall thAt ELviS in hIS lEsS grUmPY moMEnTs cALleD the GreaT WAlL of NoGaleS, BUT More OftEn reFerreD to as the Great sieVe of nOgaLes. He Used tO thrOw In a coMment oR two aBoUt the old story of The DUtch kid wiTh hIs FinGeR in thE Dike buT thE soCial medIa schooLEd nEwER OFfIcers just responded WiTH BlAnk stareS of non-REcOgNItion. WhiCh He aNd hiS FEllow enfoRCeMent Team OfficeRS tOoK to be yeT aNother SiGn oF thE declINe of americAn civiliZatioN. his ET buddy, NatiVE American CletUS 'WAR whOOp' MaGelLen, a scientiFicaLLy miNded HOnOrs GRaduaTe of tHe uNiVErsity of Arizona, offeReD his owN studIed opinion thaT "....by the 22nd CeNTURy the UniTed STAtES of America woulD be peOpled by cybORgs in insTantaNeous comMunicatioN WIth the enTirE plAneT anD HArD wired with the ABIlitY tO transmUte Their inNerMosT faNtaSiEs into virAl hologrApHiC vIdEos On WorLD Tube witH mUltI-pLayEr capABility."

to whiCh ElViS sAId.

"WHat?".......

ArmeN ShRUGged, LoOkIng cOnfUsEd. "I coUld sWEar i heard vOices." ElviS, whO Was jUsT bEhind ArMen's Nissan in hIs Old Chevy as ThEy pUlled iNTO the lot, wAs also about to begin his shIFt at the graNd AveNue DEConcini POrt Of EntrY. ElVIs had sEen the PersoNnEl rOSTers wITH ARmeN's Name among tHE BunCh of nEwLy asSigned NOgales trainees. He reMEmbEred the unusuaL naMe--so HOW cOulD YoU ForGeT A naME Like Armen ChooljIan?--and hearTiLY gReeted his cHAt bUdDy from tHe Army hOspitAL of a whiLe back, who Was barely TwO weeKS Out Of the FederAl Law EnfOrcement ACAdemy IN GOd's StEam bath, coAsTal georgIa, and wALkeD with Him towArDs the cAr lanEs. he stoppeD when Armen stopped.

"Yep. VoiCes. I heArd thEm, tOo." Elvis saId. ARMen Still lookEd coNfused. He grAbbEd aNotheR quICk
 out lane. Almost half sub sequentlysayin g s ome th inglike  'what the hec k ' or 'seize the day' and or derin ga  bur g er  with  friesa nd a  Di et  C oke .Th e Wal l
Looking  like some thi ng  from a Sci- F imovie or a  re ally bad pro pag anda m ov ief rom t heColdWar da y s, the  loomingma l evolen t  presen c e  o f th e steel border wa l la butted the par king l ot ju s t  afew  feet away .A glo w ering w a ll o b vio u sly created,in Elvis' o p ini on, by  a  se r iously  ment al l y i ll person.Eith er that o r a bi p artisan Congres sional  Ho mel andS ec ur ity  c o mmi t te e i n  Wa shington  D .C ., wh ichh e c onsi der ed t o bea kind of col leg ialm ent al il lness . Awa ll th at Elv is in  h is less grumpymome nts calle d t he  Gr ea t Wal l  of No gal es,  but mo re ofte n  re fe r r e dto as the Great Si ev e of  Nogales . He u s ed  t o  throw i na c omme n t  or t wo a b ou t the ol d stor y  o fthe Dut ch  kid w it h h isfinge r  inthe di ke but t he so c ial media scho o led newer off i ce r s  j u st r esp onded withblan k  sta reso fnon - recog nitio n. Wh i ch he and his fello wEnforc ement  Team officer s took tob e yet anot hers ig n  of the declin e ofAmerican c i vilizati on. H is ET bu ddy, Nati v e  America n C let us'Wa r Wh oop' Magellen , a sc ie ntifica lly  minded  ho nor s g rad ua te of the  Univers it yof  A riz ona,o ffered h is  ow nstu diedo pinion  that  ".. .. by the  22nd C e nt u r y th eUn ited  St at es of  Ame r ica  wouldbe people d b y  cyb or gs  in ins tantaneous co mm unicationwi ththe en t i re plane t and hard wired with t h e abili tyto tr ansm ute their  in nermos t f a ntasie s into  vira lhol o g raphi c vi deo son World T u b e w ith m ul ti-p layer c apability."

To wh i chElvis said.
"Wh at?" . . .. ... 
A r men  s h rug g e d, looking conf used. "I c ou l dswear I he a rdvo ices."Elvis,who w a s justbehind Ar men's Nis sa n in h isold Chevyas theypulled in t o the lo t, wa s a lso ab ou t t o beg in his shi ft at  the G ra nd Ave nue D eC oncini P ort of Entry. Elvis had  seenthe p ers onnel ros ter s  wi th Armen' s na me among t hebun ch of  ne w ly as sign e dNog a les t rain e es. He re m em ber e d  t he unusualn a m e-- so ho w c o uld yo u fo rget a name likeA rmen Chooljian ?--a n d  he art i ly g re eted his chatbud dy f rom theAr my hospital  of a wh il e  back , whowas ba rely tw o we e ks out  ofthe  FederalLaw  E n forceme nt  A c ademyin G od 's Ste am Bat h , co a s tal Georgia, and  walk e d  with him  towa rd s the c a r la nes. He st opped whenArmenstop ped.
"Yep.Vo ices.I h ea rd them, t o o." Elvis  said . Armen  s till  lo oked c onfu s e d. He  gra bb edanother q u i ck 
 out_lane. Almost_half subsequently saying something_like 'what_the_heck' or'seize_the_day' and ordering_a burger with_fries and a Diet_Coke.

The Wall

Looking like_something_from a Sci-Fi movie or a really bad propaganda movie from the Cold War_days,_the looming_malevolent_presence_of the steel border wall_abutted the parking lot just_a few_feet away. A glowering wall obviously created, in_Elvis'_opinion, by a_seriously mentally ill person. Either that or a bipartisan_Congressional Homeland Security committee in Washington_D.C., which he_considered_to_be a kind of_collegial mental illness. A wall that_Elvis in his less grumpy moments_called the Great Wall of Nogales, but_more often referred to as the_Great Sieve of Nogales. He_used to_throw in a comment or_two about the_old story_of the Dutch_kid with his finger in the_dike but the_social media schooled newer officers just_responded_with blank stares_of_non-recognition._Which he_and his fellow_Enforcement_Team officers_took_to be yet another sign of_the_decline of American civilization. His ET buddy,_Native American Cletus 'War_Whoop'_Magellen, a scientifically minded_honors graduate of the University_of Arizona, offered his own studied_opinion that_"....by the_22nd Century the United States of America would be peopled by_cyborgs in instantaneous communication with the_entire planet and hard_wired with_the_ability to transmute_their_innermost fantasies_into viral holographic videos on World Tube_with multi-player_capability."

To which Elvis said.

"What?".......

Armen shrugged, looking_confused. "I could swear_I_heard voices." Elvis, who was just_behind Armen's Nissan in his old_Chevy as they pulled into_the_lot,_was also about to begin_his shift at the Grand Avenue_DeConcini Port of_Entry. Elvis had seen the personnel rosters_with_Armen's name among the bunch of_newly_assigned Nogales trainees. He remembered the_unusual_name--so_how could you forget a_name like Armen Chooljian?--and heartily greeted_his chat buddy from the Army hospital of a_while back, who_was barely two weeks out_of_the_Federal Law Enforcement Academy in God's Steam Bath, coastal Georgia,_and walked_with him towards_the car lanes. He stopped when Armen stopped.

"Yep. Voices. I_heard them, too." Elvis said. Armen still_looked confused. He grabbed another quick