A while back, a medical cannabis grower told us this story: Needing help on his pot farm, a young entrepreneur drove down Cesar Chavez Avenue, convinced some day laborers to become season-long laborers, and headed north. All went well until the helicopters overhead turned into boots on the ground, and the garden was raided.
All hands, including those here illegally, split before they were arrested. One of the agents found something on the ground. It was a tortilla wrapper. This could only mean one thing: Mexicans. And that could only mean one other thing.