Just outside Acapulco, on the road to Mexico City, is a little garden restaurant called El Parque Cachú. Its proprietor, a grey little man known to his neighbors as el gringo, hid his Nordic blue eyes behind dark glasses as he served beer and tacos in the shade of his cashew trees.
When the neighbors got too curious about el gringo's big library, his Mexican wife apologized: "He's a rare one. He doesn't like to make friends. He mostly just works in the restaurant or at his desk."
Man with a Mission. To El...
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