Leo Banks writes that
I've interviewed a fellow named Bud Strom, a retired Marine and a pretty fair cowboy poet who has a ranch south of Sierra Vista. He tells about a reporter for the New York Times coming out to his place and doing a story on what it's like to live on the border. "The story made it sound like I was out there helping them, giving them water and such," says Bud laughing. In fact, when he sees a group, he wheels his horse and gets out of there fast, then calls the Border Patrol.
But also, since Bud Strom is on the frontlines there in Arizona, I thought I'd do the friendly thing and link to his cowboy poetry CD here. You either like cowboy poetry or you don't, of course, but have a look. Maybe someday he'll get round to one of those immigration reform anthems that James Taranto doesn't like.
Oh, by the way, Bud Strom is a youthful looking 72; this post is called "Young Strom" because of the contrast with Ol' Strom, 1903-2003.