The grey haze of industry billowed up from Guatemala City on the valley floor below, andthe impatient tootling of traffic jams sounded far into the hills. "I remember when there were just two cars in Guatemalaboth Packards," said Lee Whitbeck, 82, a U.S.-born dairyman who went to Guatemala in 1916 and now operates a farm outside the capital. "They used to drive down those cobblestone streets all alone." Nowadays, Whitbeck never goes into town unless he has to. "You can't find a place to park," he grumbles.
Nineteen months after the ouster...
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