It's one of the most dangerous spots in the world the only place where God gets sauced with the devil, where Indians inhabit Old West towns forgotten by Hollywood and drug routes are passed from father to son. In the Sierra Madre Mountains, just twenty miles south of the Arizona/Mexico border, criminals are folk heroes, and the obvious cure for insomnia and a bad shoulder is rattlesnake pills, Celebrex and steroids.
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"It's like a remnant of the Wild West right on America's doorstep," says travel writer Richard Grant, "complete with bandits on horseback, Indians living in caves and an astronomical murder rate." Tonight at 7:30 p.m. at the Boulder Book Store, 1107 Pearl Street in Boulder, Grant will discuss God's Middle Finger: Into the Lawless Heart of the Sierra Madre, an account of his fascinating and terrifying time in this wild land. The event is free. For more information, call 303-447-2074 or go to www.boulderbookstore.com.
Wed., March 12, 2008