By Glenda Price: CNJ columnist
Forty-five years ago it was perfectly fine for young people to cross the border into Mexico in search of fun. In those days the drug cartels’ bloody fights were not a factor.
In Juarez we could have our feet measured and order Western riding boots much cheaper than at home. Other shopping there was a fun experience, too, especially after we learned a bit about the art of haggling over the price with those astute Mexican salesmen.
We saw bullfights and joined the crowd in yelling “ol